He’s eye candy with his salt-n-pepper hair, strong chin, and green eyes. He also knows how to treat me like a lady out of bed, and a naughty slut wh...n in bed. He usually wears shorts and a t-shirt, but what most people don't know is he never wears underwear. Sandy, his wife, is taller than me, I’m five-foot-three, and she is five-eleven. Her blonde hair cascades in ringlets across her tanned shoulders. Her smile and piercing blue eyes can melt ice cubes. She is also bisexual, and can’t always. I’m not super big like a porn star, but I am well endowed. My cock is thick, nobbly, gets very hard and the best part is it has this lovely bend in it. When I stopped her eyes opened and she looked at me, then she lifted her hips to take my cock into her pussy and grabbed my arse pulling me into her. As my cock slowly stretched her pussy I put my finger on mouth and softly said shhh. From then she was lost in ecstasy. She got carried away every time I slid up and rubbed the base of the shaft of. I walked around the bed and grabbed her ankles pulling her legs diagonally across the bed, and stretching her arms taut against her bonds. I took off my shirt and propped her up on her knees so that her face was in the pillow, ass in the air and legs spread wide. I took a moment to drink in the sight of her tied up like this, her back arched, thighs open, pussy dripping wet and ass spread wide and vulnerable. I reveled for a moment in the ecstasy of what was to come, something denied me for so. Rather than a lamentation, the poem should have been acelebration of such a triumph. Poets, even of the stature which hadbeen accorded to Edgar Allan Poe, never seemed to get anythingcompletely right, especially when it came to science. (Poe's Eureka!was truly ludicrous.) Still, he had to admit, if grudgingly, that thepoem did at least admit science's truth and the falsity of myth or, asit had been understood in its day, religion.As he sipped a daiquiri at his umbrella-shaded table atop the.