Proper sex was vaginal, anal or oral intercourse, with the occasional handjob thrown in for good measure. What else did a man need?My wife found this ...ame being touted on the Internet and casually drew it to my attention. She started with the gentle pleading with wide doe eyes and a wicked smile on her face. "It'll be fun," she begged as her fingers rolled expertly over my erect cock, straining to be set free from the restrictive trousers. I grunted in annoyance: I did not want to think about. “See something you like?” “Shame shame shame…we know your girlfriend’s name!” Jake joined in. Eric quickly regained his footing. “Yeah, like you assholes weren’t looking.” “Yeah, she’s something,” Wes agreed. “Not like those LA girls. Man they’re so fake it’s not even funny. Like the last time I was there, there was this one chick--” “I call bullshit!” Jake cut in. “The other day you were just complaining about all the stuck up Brooklyn girls and how you couldn’t wait to get out of here!” . Ignore it and hope is just wore itself out.On the morning of the 15th day home I checked my bank account and found a deposit of $68,600. No it wasn’t enough for the twenty years I had lost, or all the pain and suffering I endured. I however was something. That along with the pension, from the state, for the rest of my life was a pretty good settlement.I had wrestled with my decision about a ride, while I dealt with moving over the weekend. My decision was purely temporary, but I hoped it would. She only has time to step one foot out of them before he grabs his dick and squares it with her waiting pussy. I think now of her soft, sticky lips parting a little to accept his head. How good must his dick feel covered in her hot juices.As I think of this he rams home his meat and earns a hungry cry from her. He wastes no time, immediately pumping her pussy hard. They both grunt and moan uncontrollably, completely assured of their solitude. I smile knowing differently. Her tits swing wildly.