Her nightshirt was bunched above her perky tits, otherwise she was nude, and she was still tied to the four posts of her bed, his spent cum died and c...usty on her upper-thighs. John wondered what he should do now…. what perverse thing could they act out next? Moments later, a wicked smile come over his face, and he quietly walked into the room. He untied both of her wrists, then he gently shook her awake. He helped her to sit up, as she blinked and shook her head, she refused to look at him,. He has to, or he wouldn’t have achieved the position he’s at. His priorities are clear and absolute, he’s the kind of man who has no problem following them. On the contrary, nothing gives him as much satisfaction as reaching his goals, fulfilling his life-long dream.Except, however, the curse – in his opinion – that follows all men. A distraction-inducing, bothersome, ever-present attraction to women. In that, he’s as normal as they come. Images of pretty, young girls are what he jerks off to. A few days later on a saturday night evening I approached her again in our bedroom and wanted to make out with her, she rejected my advances and told me that she read that young men are more capable of pleasuring women her age.In addition she explained to me that many mature women her age have younger lovers besides the marriage with the husbands approval.She further commented on that topic that the libido of a young man and a seasoned woman would be a perfect match.The husband does not need to. "You were _good_." I was inspired by my partner." He laughed. "Listen to us. We soundlike we really did those things we're both remembering." It's kind of weird, though. I didn't know I was a teacher again untilHelen told me, but I remember the first boy I ever... dated." Umar said he was going to fix things. I guess that includes us." Oh, I get it. I wished for youth so we could..." Her face reddened."...consummate the wedding, so we remember stuff to make us morecomfortable doing it.".