So it was a mystery that although the physical equipment was there and the sex drive was there–I had let my fingers do the walking quite a few times...since entering college–but still some force field appeared when I was within three feet of a female and whatever witty or intelligent thing I was trying to say never reached the other party. Shy might be another word to describe my condition. I was lucky tonight, I exited the bus without injury and walked into Bellman Center. Did I mention bus?. Tears welled up in my eyes. I tired to move my hips away from that awful invader; but firm hands gripped me. With an inner ?pop? the head of Waketa?s massive penis entered me. It felt like a clenched fist locked inside me. My Husband rotated his cock head round and round inside me. I trembled all over, with shame and humiliation. Waketa?s hot lips kissed me on the back of my neck. He licked my shoulders and nibbled on my ears: all the time rotating that huge thing round and round inside. She finished messing with the coffee machine and stretched as she turned around. I have to say that I don't mind when a woman wearing a tight satin robe arches her back and stretches. I might have stared then but who wouldn't?I'm not used to being around people in the morning I guess because I didn't think about things. Suddenly, she looked real seriously at me. "Stevie, honey, we need to teach you a few things." Then she grabbed the big tent in my shorts. My hardon was sticking up and real. She had adapted to the costume that I required her to wear and was finding it easier to accept the role that I had placed her in. It was also fascinating to see her reaction to my direction of her sexual activity. Meriel James had not spoken of his wife's sexual drives and, of course, I had not asked but somehow I felt that she might have found it difficult to submerge her own desires or priorities in deference to his. She had exhibited was a lustful abandon in response to my direction of her.