"She got in and I shut her car door. I went around and we started toward Tuscaloosa.Shirley asked, "Where did you meet Jeanette?" We were in the same ...rientation group this fall." I continued, "Jeanette told me you work at St. Joe Paper. How did you end there?"Defensively she said, "There aren't too many places to work in Demopolis."I'm not doing this well. She is attractive if you like the healthy athletic look. I've got to be more positive.I asked, "Are there many things to do in Demopolis?". Nothing. For moments. Hours. DAYS.She knew better than to say anything. He'd punish her rather than titillating her - he'd hurt rather than reward. She couldn't say anything.She couldn't hear him, though, and as her flush faded, as her skin cooled and she began to come back to herself, she wondered what his next delicious torture would be.She waited. Heart rate slowing. Breath becoming even. And still, nothing.Without any warning but the brush of air preceding the blow, it came. From nowhere -. . her pussy slightly open, her bottom filled... I was so hasty I climbed on the bed spread her legs, put my cock on her and slid into her pussy. This sensational feeling, to feel her so tight. The movements of the other guy. Her own moans, her movements... I had been abstinent for another five days on the road, now she was lying in front of me, sitting in front of me. Impaled by a work colleague... trapped in a role play that should not be revealed... I became fast and faster and faster... She. (He freely admits he’s no longer the weight he was when they were first married, and that he’ll never get near that again, but he’s trying to limit any more increase. Mom respects that and doesn’t tempt him. In Los Angeles he’d certainly look on the chubbier side, but amongst ‘normal’ people here in Georgia, he looks fine.)He took a drink of water from his glass. “Mike, did you hear about the More MARTA Atlanta proposal?”(If you don’t know, MARTA is the Metropolitan Atlanta Rapid Transit.