PLEASURE INSIDE<br />
II<br />
John was lost in darkness, waves of hot sticky white washing over<br />
him. Walls of soft flesh pressed down around him as the humid chamber<br />
rocked back and forth, all in rhythm to the thrusts of the towering,<br />
muscular Allen into his own wife Janice. There was a time where he<br />
would have been disgusted by the idea. Even now, if he thought too<br />
hard about it, he wanted to vomit, knowing his wife was getting more<br />
pleasure from a man other than himself. It had been weeks like this<br />
now,