I was glad to oblige. There were times when she was feeling healthy and her body could take the roughness and I would ram my prick into her willing as.... She had always loved being fucked there ever since we first experimented together in community college. I enjoyed it too. Immensely. I always was pleased to fuck my darling any way she wanted, and she was willing to take it hard and deep, with me grunting as I humped my ass to get all of my cock into her ass. Damn she was a great fuck, any way. I kept coming back to that word thanks to my uncle, Chuck. Shortly before our marriage, he and I went camping for the first time in years. It seemed to come out of nowhere until he started telling me what he needed to say. He gave me some really good advice. That advice, in addition to the fact that I'd never drunk with my uncle before, stood out in my mind to the present day. Uncle Chuck said, "I couldn't let you get married without saying this to you no matter how hard it is to relive.. It’s all so strange to me. One of my friends suggested that maybe she was religious, and that’s the problem, but I don’t know and I really don’t want to discuss it with her at this point.”“Do you drink, Steve?” she asked with trepidation in her voice.“Only really small amounts. I made the mistake of getting drunk one time to try to forget my problems and it didn’t help. I woke up with the same problems and a horrible headache!”“That’s good. Alcohol is not an answer.”“I know,” I said. “There’s. ” Timmy held his breath and lowered his pants to revel his red panties. His skinny, very hard, four inch cock was pushing against the silky fabric. “Well look what we have here, a sweet young man who is sporting a hard on and wearing my favorite color of panties. This is going to be fun,” said Mr. L. as he rose from his desk and came around and stood in front of Timmy. He looked at the trembling young man as he began to slowly remove his own clothing. Timmy’s eyes widened as he saw Mr. L..