I had the sudden urge to grab her by her long, dark hair and force her down to her knees in those ridiculously baggy jeans and sheer black baby-doll t...e shirt she was wearing. I mean honestly, did she have no tact? I could clearly see her bra. Victoria’s secret. Dark red. Not unlike the color that was still persisting in her cheeks.She cleared her throat softly, muttered ‘Victoria’ under her breath, and she was gone. Casey punched me in the arm so hard I had a bruise for three days.--The next. ” I exclaimed in a bid to be amusing.As I regained full focus, I offered “Gandalf the White?”“Oh, you would go there!” the apparition replied.“Well you sure look like him.”“Think, don’t I look like someone else?”“Not really. Gandalf’s as good as I’ve got.”“But a bit fictional. Try again.”“Nope!” as I shook my head.“That’s to be expected from someone as useless as you. I couldn’t expect you to truly believe.”“Are you …” I could not say the name.“Yes, I’m God. Why do you doubt me? The evidence is. I stood up and took my smelly Nike ankle sock and stuffed it into his mouth. I took my pungent white panties and shoved them into his face, crotch first. They were so wet, they looked clear."Hold these daddy, and smell me while I'm blowing you. Whew, they are really ripe," I demonstrated by pinching my nose.Jay lifted his hand to replace mine, holding my undies to his face. With the sweaty sock filling his mouth, all he could do was mumble. I went back to sucking his dick. At first, I was. I slept the morning away along side Sally. She was dead to the world, and didn't even know I was there, but it felt nice somehow. About noon I awoke, showered, shaved, and went to the short order diner down the street for a hamburger. Rather than sitting around our apartment watching Sally get ready to go off with Bob, I killed time for a while in an off track betting parlor. I had lost a hundred bucks, and it was almost three thirty, before I arrived back at the apartment. Bob and Sally were.