"Shit! Look accidents happen," said Miles, attempting to pick his shorts up."No, what? What is that?" asked the tanned brunette, pointing at the bulge..."Oh, this? This is my underwear!" said Miles, laughing."Not underwear, that," said Inez."Oh this is my cock," said Miles, taking out his penis which was long and thick."Whoa hey, hey!" said Inez."You asked for it," said Miles.Inez could not believe what was happening, a client had whipped his penis out in front of her and she just stared at it.. Paul realized that he had been too busy to eat also. ‘I’m heading to the student union to grab a bite, would you like to join me?’ ‘Yeah, that would be great. I have a night class tonight and I won’t last if I don’t get something.’ While Jessica was gathering up her things, Paul managed to stammer out ‘y-y-you’ve got a chalk s-s-smudge on front of your s-sweater.’ Jessica’s blush quickly returned as she surveyed the smudge and hesitantly brushed the chalk off her sweater. Paul silently. Our sex life began expanding, and five times a week was not uncommon again, trying new positions, as we talked about our fantasies openly, which she had been very hesitant to do in many years. My fantasies always included other people, but she had always previously said she wanted nothing to do with that, suddenly that was a mutual fantasy, and the idea of us both doing it with someone else was part of our conversation, which always lead to steamy hot sex, she became an expert after a short. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”“I don’t know what you’re thinking, Sis, but I realise now that I hadn’t felt so peaceful and content for a while. Peter and I have been coasting along, and I sort of got used to it. You know how strait-laced he is! It’s like living in the 1950s. He moralises all the time, following the strict right-wing church line – no contraception, a good wife obeys her husband in everything; only men can be priests. He believes all those dogmas which I’ve always.