She can't really intend to...I mean it's so long.Because she gets in the way of my line of sight, I can only tell when she's putting it into me by the...sudden burning pain I feel. Like molten lava, I spreads through my lower abdomen. Jesus Christ, my dick feels like there's broken glass in it."And we'll just clamp these in now." She hums. I buck at a sudden sharp pinch in each of my testicles. When she moves away, I see a tube going into each of my balls. What the fuck is she doing?Coming out. The next few weeks went by with the only change being that my wife was providing free day care to Ashley. I continued to get hard watching Ashley at the pool. And my wife had fun with it, teasing me, stroking me discretely, all the while trying to keep me hard and make me squirm. My wife is playful and very confident in my love for her. It was towards the end of August when we were at the pool one last time before the pool was closed. We were there for a while but no Ashley. I was disappointed. "I hope I shan't be a gooseberry,"A week later Rob drove a party consisting of Matilde, Zinnia, Krish and me, to Ashford House. I had thought Caroline's house was in Maidstone, but it was in the village of Bearsted, which was across the River Medway some 3 miles to the south east of the town,Ashford House had been built shortly after 1660, and became the family home of Rafe Ashford, who was the son of a yeoman farmer, a Man of Kent and a Royalist. When, in 1642, the unpleasantness between King. I had been to her house once before. It was a nice modern house out almost to the point where the suburbs meets the exurbs. Her Mother was in the medical field with the military and her Dad had some kind of white collar job as bureaucrat or something. I think he had been in the military too and she confessed her upbringing as an army brat. No wonder she drinks, having been moved around all the time. She played field hockey and was quite smart and was basically a highly functional alcoholic..