As she lay in bed with him she decided she wouldn't cry because she didn't really believe that she did anything wrong other than not pushing him away,...she hadn't gone looking for this to happen or done anything to make him believe it was something she wanted, but the tears still burned her eyes when she looked over at her husband and she knew what he was re-living.The next morning was a change in Dusty.He decided last night he was done moping around and tried to get past what. .”“You have my attention,” he said.“Mine too,” Elise mirrored.“Let’s go back in the garage, then.”Parade back out the door.“Help me clear this shelving unit off.”Joe and I moved a bunch of the standard things one finds on a garage shelf. Paint. Lubricants, couple of boxes of odds and ends.“Let’s pull this out of the way.”We moved the shelf. I picked up a powered screwdriver and started pulling screws that were holding a plywood panel. Finishing, I got a pry bar.“This’ll swing,” I said, and I. I told him I didn't think I could do it. He smiled and said that it was done, the head of his cock was in me and the painful part was over.He lifted my head up so I could see and sure enough his cock head was gone. The only thing I saw was his thick black shaft outlined against my lily-white ass. He let my head back down and slowly began to move his cock in and out of me, each thrust going a little deeper. It was painful but with each thrust the pain became less and a strange, pleasurable. ”“And you’re taking Dona on those Friday night dates?” Tasha asked.“Yes. And playing mini golf with her on Saturdays. I like her, and she’s fun to be around, but she’s not Orthodox and has no desire to go to church.”“Ask him about what he’s doing tomorrow,” Clarissa said.“I have a golf lesson,” I replied.Tasha laughed, “Golf?! You?”“I know. But Mr. Kozlov wants me to learn to play, and it is a pretty common thing for doctors.”“Are you going to have time for golf, karate, and chess?” she.