The young nurse followed suit and let go of the man's penis. He had looked quite comical as his penis stood straight up above his thighs, his face now...beetroot red. 'You don't seem to have any sexual problems.' She had said as she looked down on him. 'Do you usually get an erection during a medical examination.' He had no answer, just a look of pure anguish as she took hold of his penis and drew the foreskin down. 'Does it hurt when you ejaculate.' She had asked him coolly.'I don't k.know.' He. I had never said anything like that to my husband. I hardly ever said anything while he was making love to me. Bill held my hips tight and slammed his cock deeper, even deeper than it had gone before. After what seemed like an hour of hard fast fucking but way really more like ten minutes, Bill slammed deep into me and held his cock deep in me while he shot load after load into my cunt. His cum triggered another hard orgasm for me. We collapsed and he rolled me over and gently finger fucked me. ”Mrs. Laughton frowned again, “What were you wearing when your sister climbed into bed with you?”“She got on top of the covers I was under. I wasn’t wearing pajamas.”“But she climbed into bed with you.”“On top of the covers. I was under them.”“Your Honor, would you please direct Mr. Loucks to answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to these questions?”“Michael, please just answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”“And you were naked this entire time?”“Under the covers, yes.”“Your Honor!” Mrs. Laughton protested.“Michael, please. His day job took him into his London clinic where he treated people forsexual dysphoria whilst his alternative home life obviously involved ahigh degree of sissification and transvestism.Despite all these obviously different arrangements, it seemed thateverybody tolerated the others and they got along famously. I wassecretly glad to have been precipitated into such a liberal and tolerantfamily. My own father would have beaten me senseless for expressing theslightest preferences for anything.