She oozed sensuality. On the otherhand, I was slim and somewhat fair faced for a man. My longish brownhair was thick and wavy and always appeared to n...eed combing. I had nosense of fashion and depended on Vanessa to pick out appropriateclothing for a middle school English teacher.We married in the spring and I moved into her house. It was asignificant step up from the one bedroom apartment that I had beenliving in. While I contributed my salary to our combined resources,Vanessa earned more than. " Then it came to me, "So what! What if Jo's a guy! We had a GOOD thing going!"I called Jo and told her I wanted to talk to her. She explained that she has been beaten by other men in anger at this point and that's why she had to tell me over the phone. I convinced her that we should then meet in a public place so she would feel more comfortable. We each drove ourselves to the restaurant that we went to the week previous. We sat down and slowly started to talk. I explained to her that I felt. Here it goes, I thought. No turning back now. The door opened, she walked in as though it was a place she never knew before.I stepped behind her and cupped my hand over her mouth. "Are you going to follow instructions?" She shook her head yes. "Do as you are told, and enjoy, I need to work quickly" as I tookmy hand away from her mouth. She did not move a muscle I pushed her to theother side of the living room, where I had a large wooden chair. I told herto sit in the chair, and look straight. Take my cum you dirty whore he exclaimed, burying himself to the hilt, blasting her womb full of his cum. He collapsed on her back, panting heavily, basking in post-ejaculation bliss. Hermione likewise was panting, her body covered in sweat and her hair plastered to her face. Ron pulled out, causing Hermione to gasp at the sudden sensation of being empty. Ron walked to the opposite side of the table, and put a finger under her chin, carefully lifting her head up. Hermione knew what to do, and.