"Please fuck me," I groaned softly. He smiled and pushed his granite cock back into my depths as he looked into my eyes. I shuddered and moaned as he ...started to fuck me anew."Stroke your dick," he commanded. He thrust hard and fast into my ass and the room filled with the sound of slapping flesh. My hand was a blur on my cock and I knew I was close to an epic climax. I grunted hard with each powerful thrust of his big cock as waves of pleasure circled outward from my core."I'm gonna cum," I. They topped it off with a hat. Theycouldn't believe the transformation. He looked incrediblylike some Victorian matron. Helen got dressed as well,getting David's help once again with the tie. They retired tothe library (they were using it as a den), and watchedtelevision. It was quite a sight, this proper Victoriancouple watching a device still 40 or 50 years into theirfuture.*****"'Morning, Dave." Good morning Fred," David told his boss. "Man, it's nice tobe back where I can get some. Not only that, but somewhere in that stumbling description I gave him about marriage I must have mentioned rings, and now he’s hell bent on buying me one. With his very own money! It’ll be the first purchase he’s ever made, which is just one added thrill.I called Irving this morning to tell him about Hugo’s conclusions regarding our female client, and he was annoyed. It’ll make the defense tougher and we’ll have to split the cases, otherwise there’s too much potential for conflict of interest.. . His mind wrestled with its failure to produce a summary adjective. Indignant almost he drove it whimpering back into engagement with the problem. Intensity, yes, yes, that was a good word; depth, another..... PASSION ! yes, yes, yes, that was it, passion and sharing were the true descriptors here. They were close; had been supportive of each other when the black, depressive waves rolled in. They had looked out for each other for a long time, been comfortable as well but today had seen play.