Does this sound like the kind of institution a man should rush to get into? My folks keep asking me to take time off to meet women. I’ve met many i...teresting women. Women who were beautiful and successful. Lawyers. Businesswomen. Sportswomen. Entrepreneurs. Yeah, but guess what? No one lights my fire. I’m a man who works hard for a living. And I’m one hundred percent loyal to my family. I would gladly lay down my life for my father Luther, mother June and brother Stuart. And I love my nephew. You reel back to the opposite end of the bed and stare at me, waiting for my reaction. I drop my hand and toss my head back, my wet hair slapping the back of my neck and spraying water. I slowly turn to you with a smile on my face. Good shot my pet, I chuckle, but you missed. I walk back to the bed and move swiftly to you. I grab you up with my good arm and crush your mouth against mine. You just made this a lot more interesting, I say as I pull you into me harder. Youre terrified, all thoughts. “Do you like my hairy pussy, Jack. Does it get you going?”He doesn’t utter a word, busy working two fingers in and out of her quickly.I know how turned on Joy gets when being fingered, and Jack is obviously doing something right, judging by her heightened cries of pleasure. She seems to be heading for climax when Jack suddenly withdraws his fingers and tells her to stop jacking him off.“You’re being very rude, Joy. Ignoring our guests, and just pleasing me.”“You’re right Jack, come on guys, get. He had to do most of the work, that he now assigned to clerks, himself. It meant late nights and little time for his wife. She naturally found other interests to fill her time and, subsequently, to satisfy her sexual needs. The marriage was definitely on the rocks, but neither of them had had the gumption to pull the plug. It would have to be done sooner or later, but at the present time, they slept in separate beds and were very civil and caring of each other. It was a truce, but not really.