I had never used this much dirty language with my wife in all the years of our marriage, and this guy was verbally abusing her by the minute.“Mmm, y...s, you have such a hot cunt, you big tatted bitch, keep playing with my balls,” he directed her.Suddenly as he was in one of his upward thrusts he pulled my wife down hard on his cock, I thought he would split her into, but no . . .“Of, fuck yes, fill my cunt with your cum, you fucking bastard!” She literally screamed as she was impaled on his cock. And so, I had my first date with Riley Jenkins. He took me to a small, quiet, but very elegant and upscale restaurant, where we proceeded to slowly dine and converse over the next several hours. He proved to be a courteous, polite and, most importantly, the most attentive person I had ever met. I had never before had anyone listen to me with such apparent interest, and while he would occasionally ask questions, it was I who did most of the talking. In response to his asking and followup. With a bit more confidence I continued picking my way up the track, on it went. I had bare feet and was walking on stony path so I was being cautious l. The track was now very narrow, I had to be careful so as not to get scratched. I turned sideways and moved through the gap. The path opened up, so I continued to the next patch of dense foliage and again the path narrowed I had to tuck everything in and slide thought the gap.I stepped out into the center of a village. In front of me were a row. My poor sore legs being so heavy, so tired that I let them drop to the floor with a thump. I could feel my short sticking to my legs. The clock sounded 9:30. I had not realized that I had been playing with myself for such a long time. Soon mom would be home and here I was sitting on the couch with my legs wide and soiled shorts. Reaching down for the remote I turned off the TV. My legs wobble a bit as I stood up. I had to place my hand on the couch to steady myself. My still.