After loosing my best sex partner in my life, a woman that I was lucky to have been with for 10 years and actually included in my anal play, I got tog...ther with a 19 year old, 15 years younger than me and the sex was good at first but after 5 years together 3 of which we were married, the sex next to stopped all together, going from every time we saw each other to once a week to once a month and then only once ever 3 months or so. Blow jobs, gone almost entirely and the sex that did exist was. My resolve redoubled. I leaned in again, licking his cock this time, slowly, from base to tip, exploring every curve, enjoying sensing it harden further, enjoying the knowledge that it was arousing him, that I was performing my function as toy and slave. I wanted- no, needed to make him hard, to know that he was aroused, to know that he was enjoying it – and to receive that final certainty in the form of his cum being delivered down my throat, to have part of himself delivered inside me. Yet it. And second, he was unwilling to make judgments about whether a person should be permitted to live or die.We were all going to die sometime. If this old bird could be given four or five more years of healthy life, well, John would just have to assume that the fellow would prefer that to the alternative.He wasn't God, after all."God" was one of the reasons John Healer had developed such a runaway paranoia about keeping his identity secret. The Holy Joes out there, John knew, would be bound to. She began to fuck both of them almost every single day. And with both Larry and Tom knowing that the other one was fucking her, it made the arrangements for Susie to get all the horny cock she wanted all that much easier. Susie has already made the decision to conceive a baby as soon as she could and she'd actually decided she wanted Tom to be the father, but then she felt that it didn't matter -- if it was Larry, her husband, or Tom, her lover, who got her knocked up, either was OK with.