It’s just so different to what I was used to. I think I’d like to explore that.”“Then you’d better talk to Dulcie. There’s no problem with...funding; you’ll probably be in line for some bursaries whatever track you choose.” So that was something else to think about.Conjugal relations? After her initial nerves, lots and lots. She might plunk herself in my lap after several hours in the books and kiss me. Or I might stroke an errant strand of hair away from her face. Whatever the trigger, the end. Rigid and thick veined, the rim of the large purple head visible only just when I pull out most of the considerable length before forcing it back into your wife. Is there…? There isn’t a condom. And the amount of… what is that? It’s so wet, moisture is covering my large thrusting cock, making it slick, running down your wife’s thighs and all over her bottom. The incredible wetness is making a remarkable slapping and sucking noise as I fuck your wife.And those balls, so heavy and virile,. Or of the long, grim trek back from the Manor house, across the moors to the first town, Snowston... or of that first, unnamed pub in which he stopped to collect his thoughts and found that it was easier to keep on drinking than to think.The patrons of Manny's or the Iron Key or Proud Mary or the other bars along the boulevard are typical New Yorkers. They've heard it all and seen everything and take with cynicism and boredom the tales that outsiders bring to the brass railing. But they shy. "Here it comes baby!" she announced spearing me with her cock. She gripped my hips tightly and began to slam into my ass even harder than before, and it went much deeper in this position. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure shooting through my body."Look at that ass, you sure can take a lot of cock. You're a real slut aren't you?" She spanked me emphasizing her point. I couldn't respond my body was being used as a meat puppet and (much to my surprise) I enjoyed it, all I could do was moan."Just.