"How can our personal life affect you?" Are you k**ding? If we treat Jerry like a regular man, he'll think he is one, and he isn't. No man would allow...his wife to have a lover. Nor would a man allow another man to even touch his wife in a sexual way. Ergo, he's no man and we cannot treat him like one. It would be a disservice to him and to our selves if we don't ridicule and shun him for the pariah he is," I concluded."You think that will be a service to Jerry, you dumb bastard?" argued Sue.. From my distant perch I watched in profile Carrie, my thin, blond, curvy fiancee, take me between her lips and attempt to rouse me with her mouth. A sight I have watched with marvel countless times before - albeit from a different vantage. Even when she had me fully engulfed, however, mouthing and sucking on me in earnest, I did not respond. I was only dimly aware of the sensations, and too completely consumed by shock, fear and confusion to find any pleasure. She took to massaging me, kissing. I already have the door open so all he has to do is lift me into the cab of the truck. I take several deep breaths as I watch him stride slowly towards me, feeling the fire rage inside me. I just don’t know how much more I’m going to be able to tolerate. From the way my body reacts all of the time to the man, you’d think I’m a regular sex maniac. But I’m so far from it. I would think that maybe my ‘lack of’ is part of the problem but the fact that I’ve been feeling this way about him all of. A yellow glow appeared over her nose, then split into two that moved up and back, creating the visor. From the top of the visor and around to the back of her head, the helmet formed. A final flurry of sparkles moved over her chest, leaving behind block letters that spelled out "Cheer". Then the sparkles dissipated as she landed outside.She immediately performed a round off back handspring full twist layout, and landed to find herself surrounded by dense fog. "That's weird, it wasn't foggy back.