And I will report this visit to the Dean of Students, or, or the Provost.’ I was finding my feet, and a bit of confidence too. ‘Get out.’ ‘Dea... dear Sophia, we really are past that point now.’ Professor Wrackoff kept talking in his soothing professorial voice, but his hands dropped to his waistband of his jeans. ‘But you are correct in your assessment – we have indeed arrived at what story-tellers call a ‘choice point.’ You, however, are the one who has a choice to make, not me.’ With that, his. It was the Mitchell brothers 1972 movie, Behind the Green Door. I had heard of it but never seen it. At that time in Ireland porn was banned - you couldn't even get Playboy. But there was a growing market in underground pron rental, often under the counter in independent video rental outlets, and sometimes in more sinister backstreet sex shops that ostensibly traded only in fetish clothing and sex toys which were not i*****l. Most of the porn available was copied from originals onto bootleg. With shouts and gasps, we climax together and then collapse. We lie still, just cuddling and breathing deep. Then she speaks."Oh Jake! That was incredible! I can't believe how good you make me feel!" She snuggles in and then grows quiet."There's one problem," she says, then stops for a deep breath."I'm married." Well, that's certainly a small problem," I reply, propping myself up onto my elbow.She rolls onto her side, facing me. I once again admire her breasts-perfectly shaped with nipples. My thoughts are very powerful. As I think of you I find myself getting very erect. It is sort of uncomfortable inside my pants the way I am sitting. I look around, the road is fairly clear at the moment, except for a few coal trucks. I unhook and unzip my pants. OK, boxers AND boxer briefs, lol, depending on the mood. Today, boxers. I have extended out through the opening. OMG, it is so sensitive right now, thanks to thoughts of you. I have the cruise set just under the speed limit. .