It would build our numbers," he concluded with a shrug."Blake, that's nuts," JJ protested."Maybe not," Caleb mused. "It really isn't a bad idea." He g...anced in the mirror, meeting Blake's eyes, and asked, "Do you know how that idea worked out for Michael?"Blake shrugged again, and said, "He got a lot more followers to train?" Yeah, well, you might want to finish the book as quick as possible. The ending may make you change your mind about that idea," Caleb said drily. "Still, the idea has a lot. The lack of presence in my mouth humbles meprobably as much as it frustrates him."Yea, I guess," he shrugs.I resume my pleasuring, but his time in earnest. For a minute or so, Iforcefully fuck him with my mouth and hand. His groans are matching thepulsing member between my lips."What kind of girl would you want?" I stop and ask while furiouslystroking the aroused pole."I don't know...groan...big boobs...uh, mmm...pretty...nice body...nottoo tall, short really...cheerleader type, I guess. Oh,. My hands clutched. Her tongue swirled. It was so sweet. Her brown hair fell about her beautiful face. She looked so beautiful. One last time, one last chance to enjoy my wife, to find solace in her embrace.My hand reached out, stroking her hair. She smiled. Her lips slid over the tip of my cock. She sucked. “Saoria,” I groaned.It was a dream. A sweet dream. I could enjoy this. For a bit.“I’m so sorry, Thrak.”The words drifted to me. Faoril. In pain. Choked with emotion, calling for me. She was. Miguel would try to get me alone at times just so he could hug me up. On my days off he would call me at home or on my cell phone to check up on me.One night I was out shopping by the tattoo shop and so I decided to drop in and say hello. It was about 11:30 PM and I wanted to see who was there. It's a good thing I did.As I walked in, I looked down and there were suit cases packed sitting by the front door, so I asked, "What's this? Why are all these bags here?" Miguel approached me to greet me.