. if that makes sense to you.”“It makes a lot of sense to me, Marc. I feel exactly the same way. I feel like I’m supposed to be here with you ..... Like it was meant to be ... just like you said. I want to be here for you and care for you. Not because you saved my life, but be cause I want to be here. I like the feeling ... Now I need to get the water and razor before I start blubbering again.”“Will you put your cheek to mine when I’m shaved and my face doesn’t feel like a wire brush.”“I was. They didn’t come to attend a graduation party. It was a graduation epic. They started to arrive a week before the actual graduation and we had parties almost every day. My father’s first cousins Lawrence and Raymond and their families stayed at our house. We could have accommodated quite a few more but family politics made that impossible. Jeff and I hadn’t yet bought a place of our own so we were each living at our parents’ houses. The best I could do for Jeff was to limit the meet-the-fiancé. I move along side her and kissed her cheek as she was cleaning Michael. By now, another cock was fucking her. I’d like to tell you his name, but I don’t know. Some complete stranger, was bare dicking my wife. His cock was shorter than mine and Michaels, but it was nice and thick and his balls were huge, which might explain the wedding ring he was wearing. My wife was getting fucked by a stranger and sucking on a black mans cock and loving every moment of it. She paused from her sucking and. As her knee slid up my thigh to press against my erection, I stopped caring about the who. Her tongue slid in between my lips. My arms reached around her waist and began to pull her closer as she ground me with her leg. I pulled her shirt up in back and she wriggled free of it. Her hot skin now pressed against mine, and I knew she liked it by the increased intensity of her kiss. I clumsily unclasped her bra, She giggled as I fumbled with it…another clue. I knew that laugh, but there wasn’t.