’ ‘Isn’t Mike jealous?’ ‘No. I thought he would be, but he isn’t. I think he was worried when I first met them because they were young men... you know, more my age and he was concerned that I might find them attractive. Well, to be honest, all three are quite good looking, but as I said to him, I have a man now and I’m not interested in boys any more. You only have two to worry about now anyway, the youngest Michelle and David. They’re 17 and 16 and not too difficult to deal with. Pietro, the. Tamara Butcher. Head of Psychiatry at County General. That’s my hubby, Wayne, hitting on your wife. From what I can see, she’s ... at least mildly interested. I thought that maybe we could watch them interact together. As the family name implies, we come a long way. Wayne’s ancestors earned that surname once they started giving them to freedmen, you know, during and after the Civil War. His great-great-grandfather got it honestly, being a real butcher in fact, on his master’s plantation in East. Indeed. Yet all you could do was nod your head. You sat with him that night for a long time, came to terms you could live with, and even Margaret dropped by for a while and it felt like old times again. Sure, he’ll hop out of bed and off we’ll crawl to another pub – any time now. But no. We didn’t do that. And after a while you left his side, when sleep came for your friend. And Margaret was out there in the hall. Waiting. She hugged you and cried into your chest. For a long time. You leaned. Again it was no problem to go all the way down on him, then pull back and tongue the nice fat head. I started bobbing back and forth on his cock and I could feel him tense up, preparing to shoot. His load came out in nice pulses and with a terrific taste. I kept it all in my mouth and continued to suck him for a while before pulling back and showing him his own cum in my mouth. By then he was reaching for his pants and out the door, but with appropriate expressions of gratitude for his.