It did not go directly down my throat as planned. It sat on my tongue. In reality, it was not that bad. I just wanted to swallow his gift. His respons...?“I love you!” as he pulled his wife up with her mouth full of his cum to kiss her. And kiss? We kissed deeply. That was a first. He was not gay, not bi. For a man to want to kiss my semen-filled mouth spoke volumes.And, I loved it! It was an act of togetherness, giving, and sharing.We cuddled a bit before slipping into robes to see what was. I don't do it for him. I do it mainly for myself. Once in a while I have to indulge. It is like the need to plunge into a shimmering pool on a scourging day. Like the soothing balm on a parched skin. A cooled can against a sweaty brow.You get it, I'm sure.It is my escape from yawning boredom. It saves my life. And George's, my husband's, for that matter. So in the end, I guess I do it for him, too. In a way.But yes, it can't last. I push myself closer to disaster with every step. The lusting. She has stayed cooped up with Gus for the last year. Hell, she said this was the first time she had ever been to town."I'm not real keen on seeing her go to another foster home, but I know that's what will happen if Child Services get's involved," I said."If we can't contact the mother, there's really no other option," Ray said. "Hell, we don't even know where the mother is or if she's alive." There is one more option," I told him as I tossed the envelope in front of him."What's this," he. Dru continued, "They love bile, go crazy for it. But they're hard to kill. If you can get some bile you can lure it into a trap." Thanks," Buffy wondered if the abattoir would still be open at this time.* * *"Stop hogging the sheets, Shelia!" I'm cold. It's cold in here."Buffy sighed. It was another balmy Californian evening but she figured that compared where Shelia had come from nowhere would feel as comfortable. She let her have the blankets."Thanks." If you wore more than two handkerchiefs.