Others kept trim, attractively adorned themselves and continued the battle of the sexes with their husband as the trophy. I evaded exposure and joined...the latter.The ’70s were over. Promiscuity was again out. The Red Guards of AIDS and other STDs crushed the Sexual Cultural Revolution. I wondered if Edward knew things others didn’t from his research with his condom use.I was a survivor, happily married with children, due to stealth but also luck, luck that I didn't slip and trip, luck my. It was the plague what got them, not Jean de Carrouges.”“Be that as it may,” Jacques replied, “I hold him responsible.”“So you want to fuck his new wife for revenge?”“No, it is nothing like that,” Jacques fired back. “This has nothing to do with the past. Marguerite is incredible. She is smart, beautiful, and witty. She would make me a far better wife than De Carrouges!”“Wife! You’re already married, or did you forget that point?”“I haven’t forgotten, but my wife is ill and weak. She cannot be. A few moments later, the door opened in stepped a short, round man. He was very similar to myself. Somewhat non-descript in appearance. Very normal and average. He flipped the garbage can over And sat down. I could tell this wasn't his first time. He looked me in the eye and began undoing my zipper. I was already hard from the sheer anticipation of what I was allowing to happen. He reached through my zipper and pulled my briefs down. Then worked my cock out in to the open. His hands were cool. Really fast. It was hard to catch a breath ... like a vacuum in the place where the island wasn't ... but had been.Offshore ... the water turned dark and began to boil. Denizens of the deep were being cooked on the spot ... we kept moving up.There was a cave ... wasn't much ... but it seemed to be as good an idea as climbing ... so.Then the sea started tossing rocks ... it was probably a mile and a half from our viewing place.Red glowing rocks were tossed hundreds of feet in the air ... and.