“Yes I would,” I told her.She told me the last time she had sex in that position the man’s totally naked wife watched and offered encouragement....“That was a fabulous fuck. He must have been at least nine inches and very thick. His wife kept telling me and asking, “He loves fucking me like that, he is good isn’t he?”WEDNESDAYEvery woman is a lesbian Stella told me today. Might be some truth in that!I think she wants to have a lesbian experience with me. Must admit the thought is rather tempting,. Our sex life was above average, we had sex at least once a week, which was way more than any of our friends. I was in good shape for forty-four years old, and she always told me how I got better looking with age. Was my whole life a lie? How long had she been cheating on me? Was it one guy or a bunch of them? These were the questions that raced through my brain until she walked into the living room. “Honey, are you going to shower before bed?” I looked at Gwen standing there in her robe, her. .. if you still want to propose to me then do so... at least you'll know all about me"He sat there quietly listening to me as I related almost all my life, the men and how from time to time I'd prostituted myself. A prostitute yes... a high class prostitute maybe but a prostitute never the less. I always thought Call Girl sounded more apt but a rose by any other name, etc, etc. When I'd finished he sat there deep in thought."I'm glad you have been honest with me and I should now tell you. He stormed out of the building as fast as he could. The subway was only a couple of blocks away but he made no effort to go there. He didnt want to go home and he had no destination in mind. He walked around the city a solitary figure in a cruel world. He walked past a group of teenagers farting on passers by and laughing themselves silly. Izzy shook his head worrying about the future of the world. Is ignorance truly bliss or was it a passing phase? Izzy saw a large group of people gathered.