I would spend hours on foreplay, using everything I had to pleasure her. She would have to cum at least half a dozen times before she allowed me to fu...k her. I wasn’t complaining, I loved to play with her body, and it made me feel powerful to be able to play with her body so well she would cum so much. I realize now how naive I must have been.It was six months after the wedding when I found her birth control pills.I had gone into her bag for something, I think a pen, and I found a half pack of. Come bed-time, we each showered. He showered first and came out of the bathroom with the damp towel wrapped around his waist. So after my shower I took my cue from him and did the same. He was in bed when I came out. Throwing caution to the winds I unwrapped the towel and threw it into the hamper, crawled into bed and turned out the light. He couldn't help but see my dick but "what the hell", all us guys have one right?"Guess I didn't forewarn you that I sleep in the nude?" "No problem" he says. .for a few millennia, until I could get back on my hooves. That's right, hooves. In case you hadn't guessed, I'm Pan. You know, the god of wine, women, and song, though not necessarily in that order. And men, too.For the record, ambrosia lets you age REALLY well. I'd tell you to try it, but we have enough immortals crowded in Olympus right now. Seriously, the place is so packed, we're scrunched in like a Picasso painting. Of course, I'm used to more open surroundings, so it's probably the. He was a handsome bastard ... square chin and a dimple in it.His crew had accosted the family earlier in the day ... before the weather turned sour ... in the affray, Comte LeToureneau had succeeded in pinking two of the members before the villains fled. Now, he lay wounded in the mud of the road and Vivienne, the daughter, was struggling in the arms of the pirate chieftain. Handsome he may be, but he was, besides a bastard of the bar, a dastard of the first water.Suddenly, it wasn't raining..