”“My brother can go fuck himself. Today’s going to be shit, I can just tell.”Mandy made a face and bent down to pick up my bag. “Okay, but I...need you out here, the morning rush of decaffeinated corporate zombies is not something I want to deal with alone. I swear, those suits can’t find their way to good manners unless they’re on their second cup of the day,” she sighed.I snatched the bag from her and took a deep breath. “Sorry, Mandy, I’m being a bitch and taking it out on you.”She shrugged. It was the saddest time of my life. And yet, a time of gratitude too. Why gratitude? Because I was able to do something, prove something, to my wife that words could not ever have adequately expressed. Oh, and the something was my love for her. I just hoped it would be enough to sustain her during the years to come. And more than that, I hoped it would be enough to keep her faithful to me during that long lonely time. And, there was my baby. She was going to grow up not knowing me; that would. "I can feel how wet you are thinking about it. You are thinking about it aren't you?" I nodded. "And you want it" I nodded again. "Say it." "Yes I want it". As soon as I'd said yes he started to frig my clit hard, and I came imagining feeling a cock inside me. After I'd calmed down again I thanked him for the fantasy, and we turned off the light and went to sleep.It was only a few nights later that he rang to say that his sister was going to babysit for us, and she'd pick the c***dren up after. Her lips parted and quicker than this she engulfed my entire dick in the wet warmth of her mouth. Damn! I quickly grabbed hold of her head to steady myself. "I want to suck you off but right now let's go where we can be comfortable," Chrissie said, leading the way downstairs to my bed. I wasn't really thinking of Chrissie and Brenda as my nieces, but as beautiful, horny women who evidently wanted to fuck an over-30 baby boomer. Their bodies were firm and fresh and I hadn't been with a woman in.