”“Prometheus. He was one of Wilton’s contacts. I remember them meeting at a dig in ‘34. Never knew his real name. Younger than me. After the b...ief meeting, I never saw him again.”“Perhaps Wilton passed on something besides information,” Margaret said.Margaret’s voice was soothing to Doc and she let him drift in the fantasy she wove. For a moment, he forgot they were both pushing retirement—him a little harder than her—and saw her as they had been thirty years earlier, ready to dream and. " "They last longer so they say," I shrugged. "So?" Lauren shrugged. "Joseph couldn't last more than five minutes in bed, even while we were dating, and I still married him." I looked at her surprised. "For some women, it's the feeling, not the time or the size," Lauren continued. "Size helps of course," I smiled. "To some, between the two of us," She looked at me. "Keith, the man I was with before Joseph, had the shortest dick I have ever been with and he got me off more than Joseph ever. All the while, Robert and Shawn were brutalizing my wife's huge, white tits, with their rough black hands, squeezing, pulling, and slapping her burning boobies. I was witnessing the most obscene thing I could imagine.Nate looked at me as he continued to thrust his big, black pipe in and out of my wife's needy white mouth, "What do you think about your wife sucking my big, black cock?" he asked, with a smirk, "I think she likes it." He pulled his rock hard pecker out of Liz's gulping mouth, "How. Soon it’s a sloppy kiss, with tongues and lips, and hands all over. He has one hand tugging on my ponytail, and the other still on my breast. I bite his lip playfully, and he does the same to me. We’re interrupted by the halting of the cab, and reluctantly we stop, and he tells me that we’re at his place. He asks me again if I do want to come up, and I roll my eyes at him: I think that’s an obvious answer. My erection is already growing in my pants, and I’m surprised at how quickly I forgot.