When my shell of a marriage ended I started receiving a call or two a week inviting me out for dinner. Most of the invitations were men who just wante... to bed me. What disgusted me were the passes made by married men, including two from friends of Wyatt’s. I was a piece of ass back on the market. They incorrectly assume a woman craves a cock and is willing to jump into bed to satisfy the craving. They are wrong about women. They are certainly wrong about me. I distrusted men as a result. Seeing. Just suck it up and do it."I reflected that instead of being' hen pecked' by a wife like most men,he was sister pecked. Most men reserved being a wimp to their wives.Thank god Susan was a sweetie.The doctor came in nervously. "Remember to take your healing medicationthree times a day or you'll scar and it will be hard to restore yournormal features. I'll take the bandages off tomorrow." So soon?"He nodded. "New advance I made."The next day when I looked in the mirror I was astounded. I. I don't go to great lengths to find different routes to ride. For me, the riding is kind of a meditation. It helps clear my mind and keeps my body in reasonably fit condition. I abhor riding in groups or even with another person, simply because it takes too much concentration to keep from hitting them, keeping them aware of what I'm doing so they don't hit me, trying to carry on a conversation when I've barely got breath to keep my legs pumping, etc.Mostly, I start from my house and take one of. Or at least we had a prettygood deal, in that he let me use a room for free all in exchange for agood, long blow job.He was a dirty fucker, though. He talked a lot. I didn't mind.He sat in his desk chair, turned to the side. I kneeled next to his desk,took his cock inside."These boys... they treat you good?" Mmmmmhmmmm." I remember how good that felt, when a bitch would makenoises with my cock in her mouth."Ahhhh... and they, did they fuck you in the pussy?" Mmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmm..." That was meant.