Eventually my sobs slowed to a sniffle, and Wendy wiped my face with the sheet."Pete, if you want to get fucked by a boy, I don't mind as long as you ...ove me," she whispered."If it ever happens," I whispered back, "Will you hold my hand?"She giggled. "Like when we got our ears done?"I giggled too. "Well yes, but you have to be naked!"The scene was suddenly in my mind, I was lying on my back, Wendy's hand on my nipple, teasing me as she kissed me, another body over mine, lean, hard, as he nudged. "Is that why you're home early? Checking up on me, Steve? Afraid I'd get bored with you gone to who knows where all the time? Worried that I'd find someone that appreciated me and could be persuaded to stay close, rather than wandering all over the place, neglecting their husbandly duties?"Now I was caught by surprise. Brooke was complaining about my business trip? She had never mentioned any problems with it before."You know very well where I go and why," I shot back. "You don't seem to mind. And the feeling i should get in the shower and shaved , to be ....cute , i felt ugly , i wouldnt like me and leave....in the shower after drinking more of my vodka to calm mehead turning ass up shaving thinking of this gray haired black daddy about to come here and fuck me like a girlfeeling so wronh but so right at the same time wanting to feel the real deal....in secret with him woudnt be so badthats how black guy in their 50s get to meet younger sexy white boyby tricking em on the netMike. ”This angel which I was still could not believe was Carol, floated over me and was now straddling my thighs. My angel took her hand and slipped the strap from her shoulder as she folded her wings. Taking my hands in hers, we pulled the material from her ample bosom. The smooth alabaster skin of my angel's bosom came into view.My angel slipped her hands from mine as I rolled her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. I was not sure if what was happening was real or a hallucination brought on by.