I was developing a healthy appetite for it and like most guys of my age, I thought of little else I knew however, that I was a little different from t...e people I'd grown up with, my masturbation fantasies had started to change. I thought about men as well as women when I did it. At first I felt ashamed of those fantasies, I had terrible guilt trips about the fact that my best and most explosive orgasms came when the scenario involved men, always older and tough looking men in tight leather. Our married sex life was very vanilla. I thought conservatively tame. For as a young married couple we only had sex once a week and this was dictated by whether Debbie had a swim meet or not the next day. We had regular sex, her allowing me to play with and oil her tits and dip my four inch cock into her cunt. With my excitement, I normally came very quickly often apologising to her for not getting her to orgasm. In our post sex state, me satisfied, Debbie frustrated, she would continue to play. The essay was easy, though. By the end of it, I wasn’t dying and could concentrate. I hope this wasn’t going to be like this all the time I took a test after studying and having sex. I turned in the quiz first in the class, boner-free.At lunch, I walked into the room, flustered over my quiz performance. I looked over at Heather and sat next to her, striking up a conversation.“Hey Chris! How’d the quiz go?”“Oh, I did great. It’s just, well, every answer I knew, when we—you know—““Fucked.”“Yeah,. Angela’s house is too well known for hosting me. To protect her and Florence, I must make it known to this Reïs Ali that you are residing in my cabin. We must also find ways for you to return safely to England.”“You mean for me to return to Guildford?”Thomas nodded with a mixture of sadness and anger.“Yes, damn this fool Ousmane! It’s the only way to ensure your safety and my sanity! Mirabel, I could not stand you being hurt on my account. I could not stand losing you. I could not stand knowing.