Didn't they know that a tragedy has just occurred, I wondered. How could they be so callous and unconcerned? Then I realized that they were living in ...heir own little world, and I was living in mine.My wife's parents were already there when I arrived. Her mother greeted me with a hug; tears running down her face. Her dad just shook my hand. I tried to fill them in on as many details as I could, but there was still much that I did not know. From what I could tell, there was no change in her. "Her? No, I'd nail her. I'd just bend her over so I didn't have to worry about her fake tits." We laughed a little, and I felt the tension ease a little more. Maybe it was just me though, as Jessica seemed perfectly at ease. Which helped my dick deflate some, as I figured this was a young girl just being curious, at the most."You like doggy?" she asked, sounding like she was asking about my taste in music."Um," I started, really unsure of my footing. "I guess I like whatever position I'm in. “I’m Keith. Nice to meet you.” Keith kind of lied.“Michele laughed saying. “Well. Looks like you two guys took care of that!” Peter chuckled as he sat back down on the sofa. Michelle walked around pointing to a chair across from the sofa and said to Keith. “Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll go fix some drinks.”Michelle disappeared out into the kitchen while Keith looked over at this black guy Peter. Peter was tall, sort of slim. Looked like he kept in shape. He kept thinking in a whole. I grew my thick black hair down to my shoulders and would flick it and play with it like she did. I got away from being bullied at school by always being the joker and could impersonate people. Rey good which made people laugh rather than angry. I remember when Pippa asked in front of my Mum if I was gay. I replied by mimicking Freddie Mercury and saying “My dear, I’m too beautiful to be anything else!”Mum held her head in her hands laughing and Pippa scooped me up in her arms.I managed to copy.