This ?Dulling? of age-old female cunning and manipulation in the face of greater male strength and privilege on the part of the women from his own cul...ure, had made him vulnerable. The men of the patriarchal society from whence she sprang were far less indulgent to those of her sex. In the culture she had been born to flattery of the beast was learned at the breast and seen as imperative if a female of lower social standing wished to climb even a few rungs on the ladder.Of any standing,. She decided finally to allow him to set the pace and she would make decisions on things as they came up. In spite of her vivid fantasy life, Sandy had calmed down quite a bit from her early high school days. She hadn't had a serious relationship in the past year and a half and, other than several isolated instances of heavy petting, involving only fingers and tongues, she'd confined herself to innocent cock-teasing. Sandy had actually had complete sex with only eight guys in her life, all of. Had it filled her heart with arrogance and cruelty or was her heart as sweet and as perfect as her face? He imagined walking hand in hand with her, on the beach, the warm sand between their toes, the full moon above. Touching her, smelling her, feeling her heart beat against his as they held each other close. Then he came back to reality, she hardly knew he existed, but still those precious, painful thoughts remained. ————————— He lay in bed that night thinking of her. What could he do? Dare. Dave was pumping furiously now and I called to him to pull out and not cum inside me. My husband had a vasectomy after our second c***d and until now I had not thought about it. That was a mistake. Dave told me after that he got such a thrill from realising that he was fucking me unprotected that he just could not help but cum. He did cum at that point and I have never felt anything like it. It felt like a slap inside me, first one then another then another. I wondered if he would ever stop.