It's a man whose wife is fucking someone other than her husband, who by tradition, is the only man that should be fucking her," I explained."You assho...e! That's a cruel thing to call a man, especially a man as proud as Jerry. He'll kick your ass if you call him that to his face, Bill!" Sue threatened."That would have concerned me a week ago, but not any more, Sue. He's a fucking wimp. His ass kicking days are over. He might scare a few girly-men, but no real men," I laughed."Do you think Jerry. I jumped before being pushed out of an industry that was ceasing to exist. Lucy was in the process of doing the same. In that process, she ended up about a hundred and fifty miles north of our current location and I was going to be about the same distance in the opposite direction - three hundred miles apart was not going to work for either of us.‘Parting - such sweet sorrow,’ as dear old Will put it in his play - and it was. Dinner, a lingering bottle of wine and then a last (by choice) return. SHOW ME YOUR FAITH AND RESPECT AND SQEEEZE YOUR PUSSY MUSCLES FOR ME! HOOLD IT AND SAY YOUR NAME TO YOURSELF, AND AS YOU OPEN YOU EYES SAY MY NAME AND LOOK INTO MY EYES, NOW FORTELL WHAT U WILL BE DOING WITHIN THE NEXT HOUR. GET TO THE FUCKING POINT TOO....THATS RIGHT MY LOVE, YOUR GOING FUCK YOURSELF FOR YOUR MASTER ADN TODAY IS A WHAT KINDA OF DAY BABY? YUP, ITS TIME TO MOVE FORWARD AND GO FARTHER JUST A LITTLE MORE! WHAT DOES YOUR MASTER LIKE TO DO ON THESE DAYS? yOU A GOOD GIRL TODAY, YES I. Instead of hesitating, he began pumping in and out. By now I had gotten used to the motion and rocked in rhythm to Danny’s movements. Although I didn’t see any shooting stars or feel the bed move, other than in response to our movements, I began to feel a sense of excitement building and building. Danny was speeding up his thrusts, and I matched him stroke for stroke. As before, he suddenly shoved himself deep into me and pressed as hard as he could. I gripped him with my legs and squeezed.