That was great and the woman got me off while I was thinking about Mike and his massively thick cock.We left late and I didn't see Mike again but, as ...e were driving home, I tried to figure out who he was. But I couldn’t remember.Sunday morning I felt great but had to masturbate once to calm down from being turned on about Mike. I knew I had to let him fuck me. I continued to check my webmail for a message and it finally came in the afternoon. It read: I saw you watching me and I know you. " my husband said as he held out his arm. The girl sauntered into his embraced and then planted a deep long kiss on his lips as if they had been in love for a very long time.A pang of jealousy hit me and my heart cringed. I bit onto the ring furiously as I glared at the adulteress with a murderous glare. I struggled with the restraints once again, hoping to break loose so that I could strangle that bitch. Who the hell was she, kissing my husband in such intimate ways. The girl looked at me with. It was evident from the rock hard erection and the tiny puddles of pre cum in the folds of my sac. She dozed off with an arm resting on my chest.It’s very rare in guys, but I have an incredible visual capacity. I close my eyes and fantasize often when I do this and I can send surges of blood into my cock. It feels great and milks clear sticky liquid from the tip there and I am eyes closed palms flat on the bed fantasizing about a scene in the movie pulses of pleasure juicing my tower of meat. ”“That’s nuts,” I said, shaking my head.I added up what I knew about Angie, and things began to make more sense. Her first encounter with sex had been frightening, and her second had ended in disaster. She hadn’t been physically involved in either of those situations, but they had both colored her views. She was, literally, afraid of sex. And I had NO idea what to do about that, if I even could do anything.“I think I understand you better,” I continued. “Have you told your counselor all of.