I had no illusions about my ability to whip the bastard, but if he got too close to Becky and seriously threatened my marriage, it would be mine to do... I accepted that as a basic part of life, like breathing. If a man won't fight for his family, he just isn't much of a man. Getting your head handed to you will do more for your pride and self-respect than burying your head in the sand, especially when you are fighting for family and honor.I was talking to Mrs. Zimmer and Becky was across the. I thought she was going to pull it off she was holding on so tight......and then she relaxed. The spasms were over, her breathing returned to normal , and she released my cock. I slid out of her and cuddled her next to me. She had her head on my shoulder, and we kissed and caressed each other for quite a while. We laid there on the sofa for quite a while, and then she asked if we could go to the bedroom. I asked to why, and she told me that the sofa was soaked!!! I hadn't been paying. "One rule! I had one rule! If you break the rule, I'll break the rule and break you!" Well then if you're breaking the rule, I'll break the rule!" he shot back, ramming his thumb up her ass and watching as every muscle in her body tensed up and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Turning back with a scowl, she pulled her fingers out to the first joint and rammed them back in, making Jason dry-heave and nearly jump out of his flesh. His pride on the line, he forced his other thumb. She looked up at me and smiled, and even though I knew it wouldn’t have ended well, I momentarily regretted not having gone to Stanford with her. We kissed, and she tasted perfect. Her perfume was light, and her breath tasted of mint. “You didn’t really pick a good outfit for this,” I commented. “Not exactly easy access.” “It’s too cold for a skirt. Besides, my ass looks fantastic in these jeans, and I wanted to look good for Homecoming.” “Your ass looks great,” I agreed, “but those are skin.