I felt him now as he pushed past my anal Sphincter. I felt some pain, or at least I thought it was a pain. Mary continued to guide Carl's cock and r...minded me to relax. Carl kept a constant pressure forward, and the sound of Mary's voice was reassuring; the lubricate also helped. It started to hurt now, I said so, and Carl stopped as he pulled out a little and stopped. The pain subsided, being replaced with feeling of pleasure. The same pleasure, as when Carl had his two fingers in my ass. All my attention returned to memorizing every sound that entered my ears.About a half mile from home, Tracey’s whimpers turned to muffled cries. I couldn’t help but turn and watch as she shuddered and shook, her face buried in Mike’s shoulder. When she looked up, she met my eyes. Hers were glazed in pleasure. Mine were filled with awe.I didn’t masturbate to the memories for almost a day.The next away game was much like the first. With a nod, Mike invited me to join them. He said my presence. It seemed as though it had to happen through physical touch.I quickly scanned the near empty bookshop and picked up a random novel to take to the till.Emily smiled up at me as I reached her and handed the book over. As I did I dropped the book. It landed on the desk with a bang and (as I was hoping) we both reached for it. I managed to place a hand firmly onto hers. Time began to slow until it almost froze. I watched with sadistic glee as a spider web of purple lines shot into Emily's hand and. So I try to limit my trips but it wasn't enough apparently.I had to stop for a moment since my anger had flared up during that last thought. I still wanted to tell my story to Bill but I had to bite down on my anger or else it would just become a bitching session.Anyway, Beth and I had discussed kids but neither of us really wanted them. She thought maybe later on but I don't think she is serious. We've been lucky so far that she hasn't gotten pregnant. Our sex life has always been great. We.