..What would she do?! .She looked into his eyes, and saw the confusion and fear there. She hadfound his secret stash of magazines and read them all o...er the last fewmonths while he had been so busy with work. The things she had read therehad both surprised and excited her. She wanted to try these things that shewas reading about and she thought that perhaps the man she loved so dearlywanted that too. Her heart had flip-flopped at the look he had given thepaddle she was holding. When she. Nobody had ever taken her there before. Nobody, in fact, had ever asked.She felt the tip of his cock enter her slightly, then withdraw. "Relax," he said calmly as she tensed up.'Easy for you to say,' she swore under her breath as he entered her again, a little farther this time, and withdrew. With his hands on her cheeks, he spread her wide and eased in again, slower this time, and deeper still.She moaned as he stretched her to the limit, easing his manhood in a little farther with each new. In fact, that’s how we met, and also another time for another story. My wife owns and runs a small hardware store. I guess you could say it’s an inheritance, but not through death. Again, long story. The store has been in our town for over forty years, and is still running strong. We live in a smaller community, but one worth living in. A few big box n’ ticket stores tried building in our town, but we had petitioned and fought for them to be removed. We won. In fact, they still moved in, but. I talk about my past life the same way a human does, but all of us are only relating memories of events we believe we once experienced.A wise person once pointed out that if the entire universe were created only thirty seconds ago, and all of us wereput in place with created memories of everything before that moment, that we would never be able to tell if that were truly the case, or not. But that's too deep for me.I simply accept that events have happened as my mind recorded them. I was a.