‘Sick of everything! Sick of everything!’ He was a loner, never really had the ability to relate or empathize with others and had never really tr...ied. ‘People are shit!’ was a phrase he used often. He was married, considering his deep aversion to female company and their alien thought patterns that was a miracle. He didn’t love his wife, he didn’t even like her. They married because she fell pregnant, he didn’t even remember that coupling he was so drunk, it was one of the few times in that. If a pub was really quiet, normally midweek, I even managed to coax her to walk to the loo naked, carrying her dress over her arm, then wear it back to our table, unless really quiet, then no need to wear it even.This behaviour eventually led to her allowing glimpses of her breast maybe to another person, making it look like a wardrobe malfunction. Similarly, a glimpse of pussy would sometimes be afforded to someone else in a similar manner. On later occasions, we agreed to let another person. Shut up and let me get back to work!heh. My dick is kinduva...well, a dick.So I fucked her until the jaws of life had to pry us apart for lack of juices left in our bodies to lube us. My johnson fought to stay in there...and it was so tight that it felt like a rubber band wrapped around my dingaling. When I fell asleep, I felt a slight pop and cold air on my wet and softening cock.I cupped her boobs one more time before I drifted off and I could feel the swelling return to the occassion. She. After a two or three strokes, my rod was completely inside her cunt and I was sure she had more place left inside her !! I began pushing myself in and out of her wet and tight cunt. With every inward stroke I gave her, Cynthia received it gracefully by arching her body upwards. We reached a perfect rhythm and did not want to disturb the pace at all. Cynthia was lying with her eyes closed, lips partly opened and her slim but buxom body gleaming with our mixed sweat. My foreskin had completely.