"Where were you when I was eighteen? I'd have married you on the spot. Life would have been a lot simpler and probably a whole lot more fun if we had....Janet squirmed out of my grip. "When you were eighteen I was giving birth to my second child that's where I was. Don't you worry, someone will come along," She stopped at the door and turned back to look at me, "Maybe someone already has."Then she disappeared and I was stood there staring after her wondering what the hell all that was about. I once asked him if he hadn’t ever come a cropper, due to his self-assured salaciousness, to which he replied that the infrequent roughing up he had endured, was well worth the overall success he had enjoyed.Jeremy’s predilection for rough skanky guys always intrigued me, and from the stories he told me, I began to wonder if my prissiness wasn’t an encumbrance to more, holistic development of sexual experiences. On the occasions that I had encountered the odd rougher individual sexually, I had. I asked, “Troy what kind of women do you date? Do you date white women often?”He said, “I have, but most of them either get scared or say they can’t take it.”“Take what?” I asked.“My cock,” he said. “It’s on the large size”I turned and looked at Carla and she looked at me and smiled.I said, “Tell you what Troy why don’t you stand up and get undressed for us.”He smiled and stood up. He removed his shirt first. He had large biceps and wide shoulders. His chest was well defined as were his tight. Once. Nina had climbed over the kitchen counter to bring down a bottle of ketchup. Anil cautioned her that she might fall. She asked Anil to stand guard, in case she fell. She did fall in Anil’s outstretched arms. Both of them fell down, with Anil lying on top of my wife. Anil squeezed my wife’s breasts hard over her blouse and pressed his lips on her but did not kiss her. She just did not tell him anything but ran away bushing. Both Anil and my wife nerrated the incident to me in different.