I nodded againand turned towards the table where we had been keeping the wigs. Theyweren't there!"Mom?" I questioned, looking at her for an explanatio....She smiled while rising from the couch. "The wigs are your most vitalpiece of the disguise, Megan. Your dad and I felt it would be a goodidea to keep them hidden to prevent people from seeing them."I guess that made sense. She walked over to an armoire that was standingagainst one of the walls. I followed her. There was a keypad on thedoor."The. “Feel her?”“Yes. Does that hurt?”“It is not very comfortable. You and James enjoy it much more than I do.”“I know that James is a father. It is hard to think of him that way.”“A father, a son, a student. You know only the brother, I only the husband. In the beginning of the marriage, I heard all those stories about young James, his larks, and his misbehavior. I realized that there were many persons in that one identity, some of whom I would never know.”“That is something like what you said. “I’m all yours, sweetie”, Grox said, “I will always be.” The girth of Grox’ dick was phenomenal. Botched Job couldn’t get his fingers across it, not even halfway, let alone take it into his mouth. Instead he continued licking and started to rub it with both hands. He loved pulling the foreskin back and forth, making the head come out and disappear again. Lustfully he nibbled on the foreskin. Meanwhile Grox fingers had found his lover’s butt crack. He fingered him with 1, 2, 3 fingers. Botched. I’m with Taylor nearly every Friday night, and have been for more than a year and a half. Sometimes it’s a movie, sometimes dancing, sometimes karaoke (Taylor has a great singing voice; I can’t carry a tune in a bucket), sometimes just hanging out at a pub with him and his friends. He’s got fun friends. He’s a great guy, I love his wit and his laugh. And oh, did I mention his eyes? But not tonight. I’ve been desperate to fuck him all day, I’ve thought of little else. It even interfered.