As I looked at Candy's tight ass I wondered why I was so different from most of the other men that I knew; men I worked with, socialized with and play...ed various sports with. I watched them run around on their wives and girlfriends like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Was it natural? Were they normal and I was the oddball?I had been married to Mildred for twenty-four years and not once had I been unfaithful to her. I'd had chances galore - some that I would dearly loved to have. I grabbed her hips with my hands and slowly pulled my cock back until only the head remained between the swollen lips of her flower. Joni tried to push back on my cock, but I grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and pulled her head back. “What is it you want, babe?” I asked, in a taunting voice.She tried to push back once more and I slapped her butt cheek with my left hand.“Ouch! That hurt,” she cried out.“I'll ask once more, what is it you want?”“Fuck my pussy,” she whimpered, as I rubbed. I remember that. I can see the whole thing now by closing my eyes." But, from that day on I always thought of myself in connection with the Russian rapists. Always. When I was thirteen and I had the first desire of sex, I turned it off. I did not want to be like the Russians. I did not want to hurt any woman as I had seen them do my mother." Then we escaped to the West. My mother and me. I never knew, never saw my father to my memory. He did not come back from the war. There life was more easy,. ..shhhh, take it easy I'm not going to hurt you...' I manage to gasp '...you're too big, you're too big...' Terrance whispered '...it'll only hurt a little while, once I get the head in I let you rest...' Terrance released his grip on his penis and slid his arms under my knees and my shoulders. Holding me firmly in place Terrance pushed strongly into me and his enormously huge head plopped into my anal cavity. I started to cry out, Terrance closed his lips over my lips and sucked my tongue into.