Nevertheless, I got knocked up and we got married the following fall. We had planned a nice honeymoon down in the Florida Keys but Jim got a little to... drunk at the wedding and ended up getting arrested for driving one of the Country Club's large mowers into a few parked cars. After paying to repair the cars we had to skip the honeymoon. Fast forward a bit and I had my second c***d a little over a year after the first. We never did go back to consistent condom use after discovering how good. "I would never do that. Surely you know me better than that, Dory. All those times when I kept my hands to myself. I thought you understood. You were the leader, I was the follower. If you said no, then it was no. End of story." I know. I ... I'm sorry too, Stevie. I didn't want to break up with you. You're my best friend ... or at least ... you were. I screwed up, didn't I?"Well, at least she was back to calling me "Stevie" again. That was a big step. My eyes were beginning to tear up. I was. Or maybe it's Rabbi Cohen. That sweet old letch is always trying to paw me. I doubt if the poor guy can get it up, so what's the difference? Besides ... his wife makes a great matzo ball soup.But I'm not just getting exercise. Swimming laps is boring and I use the time for thinking about things and sometimes for working out plot lines for my stories in my head. Like, if a story is stuck, sometimes in the middle of my workout I'll have an "Ah ha! moment while I'm thinking sexy thoughts and I'll. Once in a while though, they're like Shannon; like a k** in a candy store.He turned and walked back to the bed, his thick cock swinging in front of him. I couldn't take my eyes off it as he climbed back on the bed and placed the toys on the bed beside me. "Mmmm, an anal vibe." I said, picking up the slim plastic toy andbrushing it over my nipple. "I wasn't sure, I can get something else if you want" said Shannonsheepishly."No, this will be good." I laid back on the bed. Spreading my legs, I.