Iverson, that is very generous of you," he said. "Well, you're welcome. And, I am not only not going to tell your wife; I am also not going to ask my...wife to quit her job," I said. Rona looked over at me, and a look of profound joy, so it seemed to me, washed over her features. "No, indeed," I said, "she won't need to. You're quitting yours, Howie baby. You're not even going to go get your personal things from your locker or whatever. You will have them sent to you. Any questions?" The look. "Glad you could make it. Nice dress - you going out somewhere later?"First mistake."Umm, nice perfume, are you meeting someone?"Second mistake.Oh well, I hoped there weren't any more as I stood there and stammered a reply."N-no, I simply like dressing up when I can."One of the lamest excuses I'd ever heard *myself*, but I was too nervous to think of anything else.She just grinned at me, and offered me a coffee. The university rooms were quite small, so we both sat on the bed and chatted for a. Come here, give me akiss." Our kiss was very much more than friendly orsisterly. Until last night we regularly fucked like a pair of mink. Now her fertileperiod was starting, and since she was allergic to the pills then available,and she was a nurse, it was decided that a Follett Catheter would be insertedinto my urethra and bladder to help control me while she was unable to have sex(Phil was jealous - no one but no one but she would enjoy me while I stayedwith her). Since I had mentioned to. Some would brag how she took on the horse (nick name I got in HS) and survived. I had a following and if social media were there I guess I could have done more. I had times when I dated special girls, the one who might be the right one. We would have sex and I get told, Sorry but I can not take this all the time. I had some try to and later just give up. The ones who could take it, enjoyed it were not the special ones i wanted. I found the girl of my dreams, she was special and a virgin. We had.