One thing that got me started using and abusing (not physical abuse) my wife, was how she always said some hot shit while we were having sex (her word...was sex, mine was fucking). And afterwards she would say she was just talking and not to take any action on it. Well I got tired of the talk and decided to take matters into my own hands.Whenever we went out clubbing I always got us a very nice HOtel room. The wife would take a hot bubble bath and drink a bottle or two of champagne. Later we. " It would, but it may well be a painful experience for you, the first time. You seem quite small down there."Teel concurred, and I decided not to press my luck. We reclined on the bed and I suggested that she press her body against mine, which she seemed more than happy to do."Your face is all rough," she complained.Truth be told, I was in dire need of a shave. I explained my requirements and she promised to locate something that would help."I like the feel of your body next to mine," she. I almost gasped as a small dick dropped down between her legs.“Come stand next to me,” she said, and I did. Step into your panties so they are around your ankles and put the shaping pad in place.I wasn’t sure what a shaping pad was, but since there was a thick pad with the panties, it wasn’t too hard to figure out.“Now here is the hard part,” Bobbie said. “You have to make sure that you don’t get turned on at all so you are completely soft. Then you slowly push your testicles...” She was. It was the day before we were supposed to have left that that damn volcano in Iceland erupted. I am not sure now if I should damn it or not. If it had not then life would be the same as always, and I wouldn’t be writing about this event that makes me guilty to the point I wonder if I should just slit my wrists and be done with everything one moment, and the next it makes me so hot that I have to lock myself away and rub my quim as I relive it until having a glorious sweat dripping and face.