But I've seen him on Skype and actuallytalked to him. My mind was a Picasso. I told him I'd consider it, thatI've never dated a guy before, and that I...wasn't sure about it. Hecompletely understood."I know this is scary for me too. Take all the time you need," hesaid.The next morning, Marchesa and I went on our morning jogs around thecity. I had hoped maybe the fresh air, the sunlight, and a bit ofexercise would clear my mind as I woke up still dazed and confusedabout my feelings towards a. "After all," he'd say, mostly for his own benefit, "it's the only forty lane alley north of Lincoln Boulevard."Yes, he and I are still living together, man and wife in name only. He has a room close to the kitchen. I have a room close to the little zoo I've managed to collect over the months. Most of the animals were gifts from admirers. Anyway, Harold and I pass each other in the hallways now and again. He's absolutely sure "things will work out between us if we just give them some time." And. I stroked her bud. She gasped, her back arching, hair swaying. She pumped back into me, driving her ass into my crotch. My flesh slapped loudly against her crystal body. The bed creaked and groaned, enduring our passion.I pinched her bud, feeling it yield beneath my fingers. She let out a squeal of delight. I played with her nub, pounding her bowels. The friction burned around my cock, driving me wild. My eyes rolled back into my head, the pressure building in my balls smacking her hard/soft. I guess Imust have tensed up, as there was a shearing pain that that seemed tosurround my asshole. "Oh god Bill that hurts oh fuck it hurts so much.Take it out take it out please." I told him in a scream.Bill stopped all movement. I felt him rub my back as he said. "Relaxbaby, stop trying to fight it. We both know you'll love it once yourelax."As I tried to pull away from him I said in a whine, "I don't think soBill it hurts too much. I could never love this." He still held me fastand no matter.