.youngersomehow? If I had to guess, I looked 23, not 33. I had a woman's face,and a young woman's at that.My eyes fell down to my shoulders, narrowe... now and with less muscletone. I tried to look down further in the mirror, but I could not seepast my clavicle in the facial mirror. I sniffed the air. Whateverthese changes meant, I was still human and I reeked of sex. I peeredaround the corner and saw Cat face down, head turned slightly, an unusualposition for her. Or is this the new usual. Her emotions (and actions) are never revealed verbally to me as I fuck her sloppy seconds afterwards. But you know. You know she really enjoys his cock (more). I have never received that kind of attention to my cock from her. Her blowjobs, to me, are quick and ‘matter of fact,’ never longer than a few minutes. That’s fine, and humiliating. She doesn’t touch my short cock like his. I love it. I love the second side of my wife. The side that enjoys sex with someone who can satisfy her. . I hear they got married and manufactured a couple kids.’ Carol reached out and put her hand on Bob’s wrist. ‘You loved her didn’t you.’ Bob took his hand and covered hers. ‘We were in high school. Everybody fell in love back then. Didn’t you?’ Carol pulled her hand away. ‘Yes. I guess I did too.’ Bob smiled and digressed a little about his high school romances. ‘Jennifer was a big deal in my junior year. I was what, seventeen? She was pretty. Like you. She was popular. She had a boyfriend who. Then there was the New Year’s Eve party, December 31st, 2008: sometimes, the accident is a gift from God. There’s really no excuse for what happened. I could blame the drugs, the alcohol, or the lack of sleep. But in my heart, I knew something crazy was going to happen that night. I did not, however, have any idea as to just how crazy things would get.My name is Kevin James Keene, but most of my friends and family called me KJ. I was only 27 at the time, but was starting to make some.