She asked me what this is. I told her about how I saw them having sex then she began to cry and started begging me not to tell my father. I asked her ...hy she was doing that and then she told me the whole story. One day when we went to school he came and gives me sweets saying that my marriage is fixed. So my mom ate sweets and fall down. He mixed something in it that she fainted and then he carried her to the bedroom and fucked her. He clicks many photos in such a manner that if anyone will see. In a credible German accent, he replied, "I haff my vays, heheheheh."I offered him coffee and he took off his coat and sat with me at the table. The smell of him drifted to my nose, and I was suddenly conscious of being naked under my robe. I didn't know why, but his presence affected me in a primal way. Pheromones, the insistence of the mating urge decreed by Nature, something I couldn't put a name to, but which existed as surely as the rising of the sun. I got giddy and wary all at once and. Then, suddenly, my stomach heaves. I dash to the toilet and the remains of my contraband meal spew down into the pan. I heave again. More. And again. More. Now vomit is filling my nose and mouth and streams down into the toilet. I turn to look up at Neena. I can hardly make her out through the tears which are being squeezed from my eyes. She is wrinkling her nose at the smell I am making and the sight of me, retching."Ohhh," I groan, clutching my stomach and crouching forward as another stream. In truth, the first woman I screwed was the one I married and remain with to this day. The day before I was to marry, being somewhat naive and possibly innocent, was my second encounter with a man. It didn’t go too well. I had met John while walking my dog. We saw each other many times over a year or so. I found out he was gay, living with an ambulance driver in something akin to marriage. It was the evening before I was getting hitched. We met in the park, chatted some and then went back to.