The instructor, my Sensei, was a scary, experienced and well trained, traditional martial artist. A Vietnam Vet who had zero interest in training peop...le to win little plastic trophies. We trained to fight. We learned how to hit and how to take a hit. The guys were mostly all “Biker Types” who rode Harley’s and enjoyed bar fights. They got arrested and sued a lot. I learned a great deal from them, but nothing about women. So anyway, I didn’t date much. No job, no car and no money. I was. Then if you want we could build a real loving life together." My God, Kevin, so much at once. My mind is swimming with questions and right now I don't have any answers. I'm not even sure I know my feelings for you, my husband or even for myself. I need to think about all you've told me before I can give you any kind of answers. Please understand that I'm not playing you or putting you off. I want to help you. You seem to be hurting so much inside, but I don't know, I just don't know."After a. He towered over me, took his pants off and aggressively pulled my thong off of me. My husband joined us in the bed but Rodney had no intention of sharing me right now. He wanted me all to himself.He thrusted his cock deep inside my juicy pussy me as I let out a cry and grasped the bedsheets with one hand and my husband’s arm with the other, digging my nails inside him, enough to scratch him. I moaned in pleasure as my lover fucked me in my husband’s presence, penetrating me like I was his. The next night we were back in his room doing the same thing. I had mentioned to him that I needed some money to get my car out of the impound lot earlier and out of the blue he said that he would give me the money if I sucked him off but it was in a joking kind of way. There no way I would agree to that because I didn't trust him enough and was afraid he'd tell everyone in the dorm that I sucked his cock for 25 bucks. But after a laughing about it and talking a while longer he said he'd.