"Oh God, thanks a bunch I really appreciate this more than you'll ever know. Look I need to be at the seminar at seven sharp so if you could get there...around six thirty that would be great. Do you know where I live?" Uh, somewhere down on 'Professors' Row, ' right?" Yup, you got it. 544 Boyd Street and thanks again Bob, I'll see you at six thirty."He left her office and walked over to the campus pizza parlor, ordered a slice of pepperoni and a draft beer and sat down to think about this new. ‘You needing it bitch?’ he asked her.She glanced across to our car.‘Yes’ I saw her whisper. You can read lips in an instant. Yes.The guy was bigger than me. He was way bigger. But I sensed that wasn’t the essence of it. the dirtiness of it was the casual fucking. The dirtiness of it was coming home soiled. Blue Jeans pushed his cock up her. I saw her wince, forced back against the wall. I saw her get pinned against the bloody brick work. His cock went home, causing her to fight for breath. His. It was a great view. The night had its ups and downs, mainly downs for me. Jeff had one more go in him after the initial burst, but after that, he fell asleep. On the plus side, I had slept in a bed twice as big as the one we had at home. Also, room service was included in the price of the room, so we ordered a big breakfast. "Sorry, about…" Jeff started to say. I turned around and shook my head. "No," I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked up into his eyes. "You know what's one. I don’t really have another answer. For the last four years, it’s pretty much been me letting the girls decide amongst themselves when to come to me and when to not. And that’s worked out reasonably well.”“Who sleeps in your bed with you? And when? In a traditional marriage, you share your bed with your wife and nobody else.”“Isn’t that something we’d all have to sit down and agree on? And wouldn’t it change depending on the circumstances and needs? I’m not foolish enough to assume all three of.