I masturbated furiously that night and thought that my fingers were his cock pushing into me for the first time. And then went on to hump my pillow.Bu... tonight, after I went out on a date with my boyfriend, it all went wrong again. Just when I was ready for him, he decided that he wasn't ready for me. Or, at least, he was going to make me jealous first by putting his arm round another girl at the party. I felt unsure of him again, just like I'd felt when I first went out on a date with him.. Gavin, however, was about to become Mr. Finkel rather than Sarah becoming Mrs. Moore. It was another mark of his submissive role in their wife-led marriage.“I do,” Gavin coughed as he accepted the permanence of his cuckold status.“Do you, Sarah, take this man, Gavin, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cuckold, and instruct, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” the officiator. I couldn't tell whether she was serious.The porchlight flicked off and soon we saw the front door of the house swing open."Hey--hey, mister," waved Angela.A heavy, bearded man in his forties stepped onto the porch, looking down for the paper when he heard Angela's indiscreet yelling."He sees us--he's coming over," Angela grinned innocently. Her candour astonished me, yet her straightforward approach appeared to be working well."Who are you girls?" asked the stranger warily."We're here to see. "Look, I'll give you a blow-by-blow tonight. A neighbor drove her to the hospital, okay?"It was hard to keep her eyes open in class; but then, it often was. Steve got caught nodding off in English. "What were you doing last night, Steve?" Mrs. Foster asked."If you must know, I was driving a sick baby to the emergency room. I'm not paying attention very well this morning, and you can mark me down for it; but it is not a moral fault this time." It wasn't like Steve to mouth off to teachers like.