Luckily, Dad didn’t heed Mom’s directives and pulled into the liquor store just before turning into their ‘active mature adult’ development. D...ad whisked Rick away for a round of golf and Mom and I stayed back to make Christmas cookies. Of course she had a hundred and twenty questions about Rick and a hundred and twenty reasons to be fearful of me ‘going steady’ after such a short time. She was afraid he’d take me for my money. (He did well as a small business attorney.) She was afraid that if. . well, let’s just say I knew what my ultimate turn on would be. My favorite fantasy, even before we were married, was to think about another man, or several men, wedging their cocks up my tiny wife’s cunt or down her throat. Oh, I wrestled with some guilt, alright. I mean, I was her husband; I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. Still, I couldn’t shake it. Right or wrong, I wanted it to happen, and happen again and again!Mary’s boss at the nursing home was a doctor, Sam Nathen, who was in his. Later she persuaded herself that she hadn’t really wanted to go that far, at least not with that boy.When the results were announced there were the usual reactions from utter ecstasy to total despair to manifest disbelief. The girls were surprised by Professor Jones arriving at the flat at half past eight on the vital morning and inviting himself in for breakfast. The girls were impatient to go to the College where the results would be posted at nine o’clock precisely.“Don’t bother to go,” the. She knelt in front of me. Reaching up, she gently unfastened my belt and with infinite slowness eased my fly zip down. At her expectant look I lifted my bottom slightly from the chair and allowed her to ease my suit trousers and underpants down my thighs, my knees and around my ankles. My shoes were carefully unlaced and removed as were my socks. My trousers and underpants were placed over the conference chair and her own clothing on top of them. Within seconds she was kneeling in front of.