"Furthermore, my wife surely wouldn't want me to cry over my losseither, but continue on as best as I could by finding a new directionand purpose. You...provide me with new meaning and purpose, Dee. Pleasedon't deprive me of the distinct pleasure of providing for youfinancially as best I can." I wouldn't intentionally deprive you of anything, Jim. I just want youto be sure marrying me, another man, is what you really want. Icertainly don't want you to regret your decision afterwards."That night,. But I'd just love having you both like this."As my son was telling me how he wants to continue having sex with me, I began feeling like I was getting closer and closer to an orgasm. I always love that approaching wave of ecstasy, the way it just sweeps over me, covering me from head to toe as my body shakes and convulses under the power of release of my pent-up sexual energy."Mmm, mmm, oh, Ben, Ben, I'm cumming, oh, you've made me cum, I'm so happy, uhh, UHH, UHH, UHH, UNH, UNH, UH, uh, uh,. She had only done anal previously when drunk and she was cold stone sober at the moment. Ass-to-mouth had never been on the menu for any guy. She pursed her lips, preventing anything but his head from entering her mouth.Thu gagged repeatedly but every time she did, he pushed himself in a little further, until his shaft was halfway into her mouth and the tip was touching the back of her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes and in the half-light, he felt sorry for her and took his dick out.She. " No! No! Don't call any doctor. I was just a bit... disoriented." I decided to explain about my "Rip Van Winkle" feelings. "It's just that there's so much for me to absorb. For example, did you know that a Big Mac costs more than a dollar now? I used to be able to get one of those with fries and a coke for that much money!"Mary looked at me, still concerned, but then her features crinkled up into a smile that must have lit up the entire mall."Oh, Jim! You are just so strange!" She leaned.