She was the civilized one, the cultivated one, and I was the beast. Woman and man, just like civilization had made us.My wife considered the wine in h...r hand. She loved wine, loved to drink it, loved the taste of a good oaked chardonnay more than anything. “I wonder when—”She stopped. She looked at me, stricken. She’d lost her train of thought.I said, “Everyone spaces off. I do it. It doesn’t mean anything.”She set down her wine and looked away.“C’mon, finish the glass,” I said. “We have to go. ≈≈≈One of my passions in life is old bookshops. In our part of the country we’re lucky enough to have several and from time to time when I‘ve nothing better to do I schedule some ‘me’ time to go and have a browse. One of the one’s that’s high on my list, serves good coffee, has very ‘comfy’ chairs dotted in discrete corners and also plays very quiet classical music. What’s not to like. So a few days later, dappled autumn sunshine shining through the old woods I drove my open-top car across. Now what was that all about? Will got up to leave too. But he did not run like the wind. Unlike that girl. Did he look that scary? He has got to start looking less intimidating, like his friends told him so. Or more girls would start running away from him as well. However, he seemed to find the part where girls running away from him quite laughable. There was never a girl who fled from him before, usually, he was the one who was trying to escape. Until now. That girl has definitely caught his. Come on show me how much you want it."She moved forward pressing her new cock deeply inside me. The width wasnearly equal to the jeweled plug I had worn earlier, but this did nottaper down but was thick the whole length. But I was taken by the momentand pushed back against her and wiggled my ass to show her how much Ineeded it. Michelle set up a rhythm, plunging in and out of me. Thesensations overwhelmed me and I dropped my head so it rested on the tableand raised my ass even further as a.