He wanted me.It only made sense. He’d gone to the trouble of driving off an errant male for my sake, and that meant I was a part of his harem, now. ...h, God.Could I really do this? I bit my lip, my cheeks flushed with arousal. It was dangerous. George could easily kill me in his passion. But … I knew there was only one choice. I hadn’t realized it before, as I watched George out on the beach, breeding one female after another; I wished it were me out there, beneath him on the sand, screaming. My mid-life crisis hit the day I realized thirty-three was half-way through my life expectancy. Of course, technically, having already survived Viet Nam, I should have had a much longer life expectancy than the sixty-six that was estimated in 1982, but apparently I had seriously over-estimated.At thirty-three, I’d just been promoted to full partner and celebrated by buying a brand new bright yellow Mustang convertible. I moved to a new apartment in a trendy part of town where I could hold huge. I was kissing all over her body and then she saw my large penis and she took off my pant and started sucking it.That was a worldly pleasure.She stroked it and the cum came out , she wiped it with her kerchief and she took out a condom which even I didn’t have.That is when I came to know why she had stopped the car.I took off her pant and started licking her pussy it was clean and shaven.She loved it and started moaning she said‘Sanjay don’t stop ………don’t stop Sanjay ‘I got a bit more excited. He has been an alcoholic as long as Jerry can remember and he hates that part of him. There was an eight-year period when his dad quit drinking and Jerry was able to enjoy a relationship with his father without alcohol in the way. While Jerry was away in the Army, his dad started his drinking ways again and Jerry resents it with a passion. He does not feel sad when he leaves to go back to Des Moines. He is just glad to get the hell out of there.The next week starts out as usual. Jerry is.