Seven women around, and fucking one man around the clock, this was becoming a very scary thought. Even my little head was thinking this might not be t...e best sex we would ever have. Imagine a human male who loves all the pussy he can get suddenly worried. If it wasn’t me in the hot seat, I am sure that I might be would be laughing too, at the poor soul in the hot seat.“You don’t know anything about their weapons, nor do they know about your weapons, the knives they can easily see.” Gazoo. What now? A lot of men don’t fight for their rights. I’m no ordinary man. I’m a Men’s Rights Activist. Yes, a long time ago, I went out with flyers and gave them to people. These flyers contained information about Men’s Issues and Men’s Causes such as Prostate Cancer, Male Victims of Domestic Abuse and other concerns. I did my editing of my erotic works surreptitiously, taking great care to avoid Susan. I also pondered what to do about this situation. I don’t think Susan’s statement about. ’ I got a better chance to look at her as she bent down to pick up her bag. She wasn’t quite fat but she was certainly large. I had a hard time thinking of the body I had lusted after. Her breasts looked like the were about to pop the buttons on her dress. I let her into the house. ‘The room we are measuring is upstairs. Right?’ I followed her up the rather steep stairs. I was staring right at a large ass. The cheeks were somehow defined in that tent of a dress and were moving independently and. It was all very relaxed and we loved it, this being in the company of like-minded folks; the relaxed attitude to sex; the constant striving for the 'next thing'. Little did we realise that we were being groomed by this intellectual couple and that this wife swop-thing was really an introduction into a world of which neither of us were previously aware. It was the beginning of us being drawn into a whole new way of life.It must have been after we had had 3 or 4 sessions with them when Carol and.