”I had just got home from work and my wife had started speaking before I had even had time to shut the door. I said, “Well if it makes you feel an... better, I am now just as scared to hear what you have to say to me as you are to say it. Do you mind if I get a beer first?”She said, “No, of course not. Will you get me one also? A shot or two of tequila may be necessary too. I’ll get a couple of shot glasses and the bottle.”“You never take shots of tequila,” I said, “now I am really nervous.”As I. "This child has more potential than any student I've ever met, but she resists," he said seriously. I'm thinking: What the fuck dude? She's got at least six inches of cock in her. That's more than you can get in my cunt, and I know your wife isn't fucking you. Don't push it, just get your rocks off and get out of here. I saw him push but she shook again like she was going to gag, but trying not to. "Maybe she's not ready," I suggested. "I can see with my divine sight. As the two of them huddled in postcoital embrace, sweat running down the nobbled contours of their spines, Charlotte wondered what she had let herself in for. Was she being unfaithful to Josephine? Was she complicating her love life with her work in an irreversible way? She looked at Enid whose eyes focused above her shoulder to the desk. She followed Enid’s gaze to the photograph of Josephine. “Oh! You and Josephine are so lucky!” Enid sighed. Charlotte smiled. How could she be unfaithful to. I felt like I was on a fast roller coaster, and I kept staring straight ahead….allowing my hand to be moved until it finally found its way into his lap. He squeezed my hand around his cock, and I could feel the enormous girth and length. I couldn't pull away…even when he let go of my hand and let out a sigh. I just sat there, still looking ahead, with my hand wrapped tight around that bulge and frozen. “Play with it.” Was all he said, and I finally slowly glanced down at his lap, and began.