Again...one, two, breathe and let it all out.I opened my eyes to the strange woman's voice that was yelling this. Iwas in a gym studio surrounded by w...men. To make matters worse thesewomen were all pregnant. Oh god...I was in a Lamaze class. I looked infront of me and to my surprise I saw my wife. " Like are you donedaydreaming? I need your help." I was in awe. My wife sat before mepregnant. God I hope this was the way of the spell showing me that Meganwas actually pregnant from our fuck. That means its time to hunt some strange on craigslist.An add appears in women for men, its title reads something like "seeking man who likes anal play." I like anal play, though I had never done it with anyone else, so why not give her a shot?I send her a message with a pic of me using some of my toys, I fully expect her to: 1. be ugly, 2. be a man, 3. never respond to me, or 4. be a real live woman.Well she was #4, and she was a 40 year old cougar with an amazing body (pics are in my profile. “Hurry up!” Imari growled, walking up and down the two lines of couples. “Start fucking. Get busy!” He glanced at his watch. “The thirty minute timer starts now.”Amanda put her ass up high in the air, and it was impossible not to notice how Steve appreciated her sexy curves. He ran his fingers down her smooth flanks, slowly inserting his now raging hard-on. As his cock slipped into her soft folds, she sighed and ground her hips back to meet him. Her nipples pebbled into tiny, rock-hard little. I began to realize, however, that I had lived all of my life to that point, in the overbearing shadow of an unseen mistress called guilt, and that she was now endeavoring to call me to obedience once more. She was all I had ever known. But where, I began to ask myself, had my faceless mistress ever taken me? The answer, of course, was nowhere that I felt I belonged. That fact, however, I knew would not prevent her trying unless and until I could finally exert the kind of control over her that I.