Hedidn't want to leave any evidence that he wasn't who he seemed to be.Then Jason picked up the ring again, once more rolling it around betweenhis fin...ers as he thought about what it had done to him. He smilednervously, still not sure how he could reverse it and get back tonormal. And with a sigh, he absently slipped the ring onto his finger.Suddenly Jason was lying down in a dark room, completely stunned. Hebolted upright, looking around with his mouth open as he realized thathe was back in. And though she didn’t expect Alberto to ask her for her hand right now, she knew in her heart that one day she would be his wife.“Oh, right.” Alberto blushed as well. His mind, however, immediately traveled to that one time he had imagined their wedding, which he had also turned into an illustration.He fondly recalled the picture in his notebook, where he had drawn himself inside the chapel, naked. It was an old Italian tradition that the groom always wore little or no clothes. Alberto had of. Lest you surmise that I am gay, let me put that to rest. I am not 'gay.' Nor am I 'bisexual.' But I am certainly not 'gay!' I admit to admiring these very manly, and dominant men that have fucked my wife, and gotten her pregnant; and yes I do find a certain 'envy' towards their far, far bigger cocks than mine; but that is not an indication of being 'gay,' or it isn't for me. I have never 'participated', directly, physically, with the other men my wife has fucked. In all such circumstances I've. Allow the hard-on while staring at the screen, just imagining circling my tongue in her pussy.Let me describe myself first before getting to her.Age