He was rough, really rough, with me. He pulled his cock out and told me to suck it. He pulled my hair tight to get a good grip on me as he forced me t...o take him to the base. I would gag and slobber all over his balls and my chest. He would yank my head back and ask me if I wanted his cock. I had to beg for it. He would hammer the back of my throat and yank me off and slap me with it. I have never been able to shake my gag reflex and a nine-inch cock was doing me no favors in that respect. He. At the concert, I saw a couple of my friends and it was obvious that they were scoffing at me for going out with a man twice my age. I did not care; he was polite, handsome, and not at all forward. When Bill drove me home, he walked me to the door and gave me a very light kiss on the lips, then asked if I would like to watch the sunset at his cabin on the lake. Naturally, I accepted the invitation. The next evening, Bill was wearing a nice dress shirt but no tie when he picked me up. We drove. )I said nothing, she said come on, you can tell me why are you so uncomfortable. I said you know that side boobs are my weakness and your side boobs are visible and giving me hard on. She burst into laughter and asked is it only side boobs are a weakness, not the front view?I was silent, she suddenly lifted her top from the side and gave me a glimpse of her one boob. I was shocked to see her. We shared so much with each other but we never saw private parts of each other. I asked her to give me. A lot worse.There was nothing left but lumps of what had been the stove, frig, dishwasher. The only thing standing that was pretty much untouched, was the fireplace. The only other things that were somewhat recognizable were the burnt out shells of the washer, drier, and furnace.That was when the tears started."My God! Everything's gone! We've lost everything," she wailed.Her husband wrapped his arms around her. He's seen it as well, that night, with the fire shooting into the darkening sky. He.