Looking over I saw that jerome lubed up his cock and just shoved it in my wife's ass. Her face cringed as if it hurt. Jerome just held his cock all th... way in and his abdomen mashed against her ass."It is a good pain, Honey." Sherrie told me, "I love that initial deep thrust. It hurts real good and then Jerome holds it deep inside of me while I get used to it. By the time he starts thrusting the pain turns into a divine pleasure!"By now I could feel the widest part of the plug going past my. Food intake. Health condition. And many more.But people were always, until death, an end result in the making. People changed over time. And kept changing. Even those 'set in their ways' changed. Sometimes. She saw that the ones who refused to change were miserable and unhappy most days. With closed minds that couldn't see beyond today. To Pooty, these people were the epitome of the "He's dead, but he just don't know it yet!" saying.Or, as Pooty liked to put it, "He's alive, but he just don't. We made clumsy love, and it took forever to get him hard. When I did, he told me that it was he was thinking about guys, not me. When he finally came in me, he was out of me in a flash, his body in full panic mode. We tried a few more times, but it never got any better."I have to say he tried really hard to 'go straight" for me, but it just didn't work out. He said that I couldn't arouse him sexually, and that he needed other men for sex, but swore that he loved me for who I was and would never. The others sat around a large table staring at her."What?" she asked."You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago," the professor said."I had a lot to unpack." I'll say," Nick said sarcastically. "Remember, I helped carry your suitcases. Why'd you bring so much anyway?"Sandy opened her mouth to tell Nick off, but the professor held up his hand. He began his orientation, telling them the house was old and, since the mansion was rarely occupied, all the windows and doors were locked tight..