"Look Bev, do you want the truth or not? You are not the best in the world at everything. You're brother is the biggest asshole, though I don't know t...is Houston character enough to know if he'd be competition. I'm sure there are people who ride better than you do or would be more proficient at getting sperm out of my cock. You don't charge thousands of dollars a night and haven't had hundreds of men to practice with. You don't have to be the best at everything. I suggest you take a look around. “Joseph, you can’t act like that around me in public! We don’t want people thinking you are getting special treatment from me.” I paused for a moment, smiled then winked. “So, what is all this fuss about?” He had a shocked look on his face which quickly turned to a smile. “It is just that I switched some classes around so that you would be my instructor. I hope you don’t mind?” He sat across the table from me as I was trying to explain why I did not need him to show me any special attention nor. Not much I hadn’t experienced and enjoyed most of it. However when I met George and married him pretty quickly, he became my ‘one and only’ - a very experienced and wonderful lover who has kept me very satisfied to this day and I still love him to bits as he is also my best friend - never had a secret between us.Sadly, about ten years ago George developed that ‘man’s problem’ with his prostrate and eventually had to have the operation which rendered him impotent so we haven’t had a fuck in. I was lost. I was conquered. My hands wrapped themselves around her tender foot and my hard staff (which had poked through my boxers slit). She brought her other foot up to join the fray. With wild abandon I pumped between her soles. I felt lust. I felt hot. I felt pain. Her feet were tender but so was my head. I was about to spit up mankind’s oldest lube (am I classy or what) when she must have realized something was wrong. She pulled her feet back again, kind of giggled at me and reached for.