For, the pain that one person can put on another is almost always coupled with mental anguish, from which there is no escape, no inoculation, and no m...dication.My name is Bill Wilson and I'm a dentist. I was married to a menstrual nymphomaniac for ten years, we dated for three before that; her name is Melody.I had a best friend since the third grade, he and I were partners in business after having been very best friends most of our lives, his name is Pete Stone. His wife's name is Marsha.My. "Last chance" she said as she slowly slipped the bolt into the locking mechanism, then, smiling, withdrew the key. He opened his mouth but she cut him off with a simple 'Too late', then turned and searched the bag & his pockets for any spare keys. The look of horror on his face was clear as she methodically searched, confirming her suspicion that he had hidden a second key. "Ah-ha" she exclaimed, producing an identical key from his back trouser pocket. "Going to cheat on me were you... well not. ” Again she listened. “OK, we’ll see you in a couple days. Love you…love you too Dad. Bye.” She hung up the phone and lifted up off my flaccid cock, pulling the panties up against dripping cunt, and walked into the bathroom. I didn’t move! So much had just happened I was trying to digest it all. For as long as I could remember, Sharon and Esther had always discussed everything and were very close, a trait I had always admired. I just had never, until now, known how close! Had she really meant. .. She patiently explained that if a man wanted access to her body -- specifically to her pussy -- then he'd have to let her have access, full access, to his. He'd have to be willing to experience the woman's side of it, to allow himself to be penetrated."In other words, if you want to fuck me, Jimbo, no problem -- I might even get a charge out of that -- but you'll have to let me fuck you first." Fuck me? ME? Just what do you mean by that?" I've got me a harness rig and a big dildo for it, and.