She wasn’t going to last. Under the domination imposed on her by the aggravated horse hung stud, she mustered the little strength and control that...she could. She turned towards Vincent, faked a smile as best she could under the circumstances. In between moans and soft cries of joy, she told him in the simulated calmest of voices: “Is that all you got or do you need permission to fuck me harder you worthless young piece of shit.” Her tone was both tranquil and piercing. “You…” He attempted. When Bill approached her on the matter she made it quite clear that she wanted nothing to do with the whole affair. Bill then made it clear to her that if she tried to interfere with his life or his happiness in any way before or after the wedding, neither he nor his children would have any more to do with her. This meant that relations between him and his mother were even more strained than usual.When he returned home, Shirley took the news, philosophically and then she asked him to sit down. Some of those “settlings” occurred after the girl got pregnant. To avoid that, Gracie mastered the art of the Hand Job. She had boyfriends and dates, but kept them happy and drained with her very talented hands. After High School she enrolled in a Community College for two years, where she continued to practice her own form of manual birth control. After Community College she moved away to attend a four-year State University. Her first year there she met her future husband. He was an Accounting. It was a feast for the eyes.Concentrating on my own workout, my eyes took in random flashes of the men around me.Backwards baseball hats cocked on heads.Tattoos on bulging triceps.Freshly-grown goatees.Clean pale skin.Dark tanned skin.Pretty blue eyes.Full athletic bags slung over sexy shoulders.Blond hair hanging down foreheads.Tight shorts covering even tighter asses.Pecs covered with hair.Pierced ears, pierced nipples, pierced navels.Chests smooth as a baby's cheek.Dripping sweat.Friendly.