When Phil felt the rod hit the back of his throat, this chab realized that things weren’t as bad as they appeared to be. Sure, he hadn’t imagined himself engulfing a stranger’s ramrod when this chab got up that morning, just as this stud had not ever imagined that his enchanting wife would be the one doing the pushing. Phil was thankful that this chab still had a wife. Cassandra could have chosen to cut him completely out of her life; if engulfing the hawt ball batter of some random fellow out of his wife’s snatch was the price for staying married, then Phil was glad to be of service!