I tried to recall my husband mounting me, taking me, and me taking him, needing him. I tried to recall his weight atop me, his strong thighs spreading...my softer ones wide. I tried to recall his face over mine, his hands on my breasts, his cock filling my pussy.Oh god, how I needed to orgasm. How I needed a man with me, on me, in me; his cock fucking me hard and fast and thoroughly. How I yearned for a pair of heavy balls slapping at my perineum. Still thrusting the hard rubber dildo in and out,. "The surgery went find, I'm bandaged up, and so full of painkillers that I haven't a care in the world, my love. They are supposed to transport me to University Hospital within the hour."I told Jackson to get home to his wife. I dazzled a cute nurse into getting my phone. I needed to talk to you, and let you know I'm okay. Can you call my parents, and let them know what happened?" Certainly Sam, that is number one on my 'to do list' after I'm done talking with you. I will make sure they know. The first intimation she had that something was different was the soft clip-clop of his horse's hooves. It was an uneven sound because the horse was turning this way and then that as his rider kept watch but the sound of any horses meant an unusual occurrence because horses were owned only by those in high places: either the king's special vassals or outlaws who stole enough to be able to afford to purchase horses. She was instantly on guard as her left hand reached to her visor and flipped it. Warning: This story is meant for adults. If you are under the legal age of 18 or do not wish to read experimental sexual topics, leave this story, and leave this site. Enjoy! Chapter One : Last Men Standing Sometimes having too much intellect can mean you can be equally serious with minor and major problems. It can lead people to be so critical about their existence that they throw their cares out the window. I’m not one to judge people, but in my dad and grandfather’s line of the family, we.