As I waited for her to come back and join me, I began to slurp at the spicy soup – delicious as always – and reflected for a moment on the events ...hat had brought me to this point in life.Six months after my marriage proposal, Wendy and I were wedded in a two-part ceremony that was both traditional and modern. The civil portion was very similar to what we'd experienced back when I was impersonating Roger Benson, but with infinitely more meaning. For obvious reasons, we chose a different locale. If I can get the long neck into my cervix I can almost make a quart of gin disappear too. Now a days I generally drink it to make it disappear.”Betty Sue said, “I’d like to watch your disappearing tricks.”I helped her up off the ground and we went into the house. She found a jar of mayonnaise in the refrigerator and placed it on the floor near the table. Then she squatted down and her pussy stretched out to encompass that quart jar. Soon she was all the way down and the jar was gone. She stood. When he was satisfied that his cock could easily slide all the way in and out, he started to fuck my ass as if it was a pussy. With his slow deep strokes, I could only moan from the pleasure and pain of how good it felt. I could feel myself getting closer to cumming again and I told him this. He picked up the pace, fucking my ass faster. When I came, it was unlike any orgasm that I had before. I kept cumming and cumming and my body and legs would not stop shaking. When my orgasm finally ended. I could feel the heaviness of his shaft and the vein running up it."Stop," he said.I felt his fingers under my chin and he tilted my head up towards his. "Do you want to hold my cock in your hand?" He leaned down and asked.I didn't hesitate. "Yes, sir."He gripped gently around my neck and brought his lips to my ear. He whispered, "Be a good boy and ask." I instinctively closed my eyes as I felt his hot breath against my ear. My own cock was pulsing I was so turned on."Can I hold your cock.