He was on the deacon board at his church. He had a few grand in savings. So, all in all, he was doing better than the average American. The main probl...m for the six-foot-two-inch, two-hundred-thirty-five-pound man was that he wanted his wife to be more sexual. Sure, he would bang her out a couple of times a week, but she rarely made any noise or seemed to be really into it. He was so excited by her curves and silky skin, but she appeared to be just okay with his beef body. He had put on a few. Caitlin then moves behind Megan, putting in place a soft velvet blindfold covering Megan’s eyes. Megan winces and begins to protest when she remembers that she did agree to anything and falls silent. She is led to another room and she is suddenly bent forward onto a soft surface, presumably the bed. “Now you wanted my help Megan; and after today, you will be part of our little group. Is this what you want?” Caitlin asks quietly, rubbing her hand over Megan’s smooth bum and lifting up her skirt. “High Barnet, mate. We don’t go no further.”“No. No, of course.” He looked around. The carriage was empty. He got up slowly and a little stiffly, still very conscious of pummelling that his buttocks had received from Allison.“Are you all right, mate?”Lionel nodded. “Yes. Yes, of course.” He looked around as he went to leave the train. “I missed my stop.”“Next one back is on the other platform,” the guard said, shaking his head. It happened all the time. Drunk, doped up or simply too dozy to. He got right on top of me, and inserted his cock right into his new finance. Then a thought popped into my mind."Were you gonna propose right before we came in?" I wondered."Yes, I didn't want to wait any longer, but I was too nervous," Ted replied."Did you think I'd say no?" I wondered."No, but asking that is still a huge question. You still fear that dreaded word, even at the last second," Ted told me.I super glued my lips to his, wrapped our arms around each other, and rolled over. We did it.