Then I realized what he meant. I didn't want to go back with him. I was happy here. I wanted to stay and get married to the woman I loved. I wanted to...be a father, something I couldn't do in my other life. "Leave me alone Apollo," I said harshly, suddenly waking up. I could see the outline of his head floating in the dark room. Monica stirred, and I reached over and touched her soft hair. She was all I wanted now."It's time, Tom," Apollo insisted."Didn't you hear me," I hissed softly. "I'm not. If you need to take a break, you can..." I have never needed to take a damn break..." ... in damn near forty-five years. I know, I know but Candice, honey, humor me. 'Sides, if-n —" he stopped, looked at me, frowned and looked back at her, "— might make some sense to train someone as a backup."She glared at him. "I don't need help, damn you. Don't you have someone else feet to get under?" I ain't givin' on this one, Candice. The boy stays here."They stared at each other and I swallowed hard. “I don’t care if you just tease me forever at this rate. Oh mmm, please,” I moan out wanting to cum again. You sense it, and fuck me a little faster. “You’d better cum hard,” you whisper. The slightest hint of getting close to coming, you manage to control yourself. It’s so you can tease me more, fucking and rubbing slowly again. Your hand is gripping my left tit, biting on my neck again. I begin to cum hard, pouring my juices all over your cock, as I cum. You set me down, turning me back. We set up a date when both husbands were to be out of town. My slutty friend Camilla came over early. I had not told her that Jonathan was bringing a black friend. Camilla was wearing denim shorts and a tight tank top, matching with a pair of black stiletto shoes. I decided to wear also shorts, but a loose blouse showing my cleavage. And “fuck me” heels also.We both looked at the mirror and Camilla laughed, saying we looked like strret hookers… but younger than our own forties…Then we had a.