Michael was two years older, the captain of the lacrosse team. Meredith was petite with raven colored hair. Her face radiated perfection and her body ...as pert and toned. By the time she graduated college, the couple was engaged. A year later, they were married. But it wasn't enough. Meredith should have been all the woman he ever wanted, but Michael started to stray shortly after the honeymoon. Mostly it was with women at the office or at the health club. They were short term, sex-only. ..”“English, Irish, you are all the same,” he said.A genuine Irishman would have dissuaded him of that erroneous view by punching his lights out. I was only a pseudo-Irishman, but even so made him aware of his horrendous error.“Like a Neapolitan and a Tuscan are the same?”He had the good manners to acknowledge his transgression.“In that case I apologise for the insult.”He held out his hand. “I am Francesco Caracciolo. Who have I the honour of addressing?”I shook his proffered hand. “Compton. She had no problem giving blowjobs, and in fact, loved sucking cock.She didn’t depend on my missionary style to orgasm every time, choosing to ride my cock to her satisfaction. We enjoyed sex thoroughly but never ventured beyond these two positions, limited by my inexperience.Recently I’d joked about her getting the ‘seven year itch.’ But in reality, it had come down to her riding me twice a week, out of physical need. At the same time, I opted to relieve myself in the shower 4 times a week. We got back to my house relatively early. I found my peckerfully recovered, so we went straight back to the bedroom, andwithout bothering even to slip off my dress or heels I lifted myskirt and pulled aside my panties and pushed into Stacy yet again. I held back for as long as I could, but all the while it felt likerocketing to another planet. Stacy's voice had recovered its pitchand volume, and again she screamed and shrieked through severalorgasms. Then when I finally came, without a.