They move like liquid silk. Shamani turns to face me."What do you think?I make a small "uungh" noise, looking at him semi naked is doing strange thing... to my new anatomy.He shows me around the apartment. Big living room, spotlessly clean kitchen, bathroom, and Shamani's room complete with impossibly large white bed. He needs the space for his wings. There are three spare rooms, the largest of which already seems to be inhabited, although no one is there. The next room is mine. It is decorated. They kept it to themselves but soon I started hearing about his wife who was very beautiful and how they were not a good pair because he was very ugly etc. I longed to see my angel every day going to school and also after coming back but for almost a month she was nowhere to be seen. Then one day she only came to our home as we were next to each other asking for some help from my mom.She was absolutely gorgeous, I had head stories but all of them were true. She was a perfect figure with. ‘Hey, you,’ Danny smiled, taking the seat next me at the bar, ‘What’re you doing in here?’ ‘What does it look like I’m doing?’ I snarled, ‘I’m having a drink. Do you want one?’ ‘Why not,’ Danny smiled, reaching over and patting me on the shoulder, ‘How’re ya holding up, L.B.?’ ‘I just lost my fiancée,’ I sadly replied, ‘How do you think I’m doing?’ ‘I know, brother,’ he quietly replied, ‘You know you really ought to be home instead of here, don’t you?’ ‘And what am I supposed to be doing at. I have been friends with a guy called Ron who I have known for some years but had lost contact with when I moved about 25 years ago. I bumped into him about 3 years ago again and have met up with him from time to time since. By way of background, Ron is about 70. We agreed at the outset that we would not do anal - neither of us wanted to and have ever done it before. Other than that, just about anything is okay. He has not been around for about 6 months because he has been living away with his.