Karl smiled. It was always a most satisfying irony to see a husband bring himself off while he had the luxury and pleasure of cumming inside his wife....Karl liked to look long and hard into the eyes of the cuckold as the last drop of his cum spilled inside his wife’s womb. He was looking now. Looking deep into Neil’s eyes as he sat sprawled helplessly in his chair. There’s were not the only cries, though. Claire’s cries also filled the room from a string of orgasms. She had played no active. We arrived there at the same time. We couldn't help but greet with a hearty hug. “Oh dude, I missed you so much, my brother,” I said. “It's been two freaking years,” he replied. We entered the bar. The familiar sound of Motörhead's Whorehouse Blues came to our ears. The barkeeper looked at us. “If that ain't them two fellas! How long’s it been? Two years?” he said smiling, “hey honey! C'mere, and give our two fellas a fresh glass of cold beer each, will ya?” We sat down on two barstools and. Her green eyes began to seek out mine and eventually they didn't turn away when we met. She had that sweet smile of an innocent child.We had lunched in a small cafe, lingering until they closed to get ready for the dinner crowd. The sun was still bright and it was a bit warmer so we wandered from one end of campus to the other, strolling along, shyly getting used to each other's presence.On our way back through the Quad a Golden Retriever pulled away from its owner and went romping across the. We lay there and talked as we rested. I found out that she was like I was. I had been lusting for her and she had been lusting for me for the last two or three years. When I had put my arms around her something inside her mind had snapped and she couldn’t stand it anymore. She had to have me and find out what sex was all about. No one had ever even offered to touch her before. She’d had the hots for me for the last two years and she decided to do something about it. I had never been able to.