’ I asked her if she’d like a glass of wine. ‘Oh, please, would you?’ she asked with an eager look in her eyes. ‘Sorry, I’m all out, Macke...zie,’ I bluffed, then after pausing a moment for effect, smiled and asked, ‘Burgundy or zinfandel?’ ‘Zinfandel would be nice right now.’ As I strolled to the kitchen to get the wine, she made her way to the bathroom in the bedroom to freshen up. When I returned with the wine, she looked radiant lying on my bed, and I handed her a glass of zinfandel, and sat. A round from a 16” rifle on the USS Missouri exploding on the tree would not have had a greater effect.BLACKNESSThe next 12 weeks ... three months ... are not in my memory ... they do not exist. Doctors, surgeons and specialists did things of which I was unaware. In my mind ... or at least ... within the range of my hearing ... plans were made, attempted and finished ... I don’t know what.I recovered my senses in hospital. I doubt I’ll ever be pretty again. The nurses actively keep me from. For being a man who started sucking cock later in life, Dan was very good at it. Those tranny sluts at the adult bookstore had taught him good. We are the best cocksuckers a man can find.I was breathing hard and nearly losing my breath while I came. "Fuck, oh, fuck," I said breathlessly. "Dan, you are fantastic, baby."He pulled my still rock hard clitty dick out of his sloppy, cum-soaked mouth."I'm glad you like it," he said while some of my white hot cum dripped off of his lips." Like it?" I. By now I was feeling quite happy, the amount of wine I had drunk making me feel horny and without any shyness, so I dropped my silky top off my shoulders and showed the tops of my tits. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my tits were jiggling about as I giggled, nipples poking at the material, and then I turned to flash my jean encased backside. “Go on show us your tits!” Mike laughingly blurted out, so I turned and lifted my top, and then wobbling on my platform shoes, I laughed and shook my tits.