" Jesus Christ!" Sarah murmured. "And you say I'm a brawler. What in the hell does that make you?" At the time, a bored farm boy," Adam stated. "I was...the boss' kid, you know, and to borrow a phrase from Allie, the biggest oak in the glen. After a couple pretty serious ass-kickings, I learned to figure out exactly what sort of opponent I was facing."A guy who knows martial arts, and they were rare where I grew up, always kept his weight forward and balanced and his arms loose. A wrestler spread. I let go with my left hand and squeezed her hand. We pulled into the parking lot of my favorite pizza joint in the Bronx and had our pizza. It was just after one in the afternoon.“Let’s go see the Statue of Liberty,” I said after we ate and she agreed.It was chilly on the ferry, and she put her arms around me for warmth. I thought I was going to die as my hardness rose in defiance to my mental gymnastics to get it down. I was sure she could feel me against her mound, but she did not move away,. ..well, we should get ready then..." she said as she got the lube. She dripped some behind my balls for the second time that day, then again worked it in, preparing me for her toy, getting two fingers in me again. I was afraid I would get a cramp in my ads from trying to thrust. "Don't worry, I am gentle, see? And after we get you loosened up, we can change positions-or not, depending. This is just so intimate...we will soon have all of our holes filled, and I get to watch my cock enter you and. The weekend in the city had started out with her being angry at me ... but by the end I thought I'd made some headway. That didn't make it through the next week though.I finally had begun to attack her, arguing about her hours and her job. All that succeeded in doing was getting her mad at me. Our sex life dropped off substantially and then dropped off more, and then dropped some more yet. What had been several times a week and at least three times on the weekend had become ... well it had been.