‘I’m going to miss you, Geoffie,’ she said. ‘I’ll be around,’ he said. ‘Count on it. Besides,’ he added, ‘There’s a part of me in...Jeff, anyway. You’ve sensed it. In a way, I am still with you. And you sense that too, don’t you?’ She hugged him, nodding, and thought, how strange this is. For some reason, she wasn’t tearing up. She would when she woke, she knew, but not now. Amy snuggled against him comfortably. She knew it was the last time, and another miracle of its own – but she could not. Going to my room I got ready for bed, then lay and stared at the ceiling. I'm sure I got some sleep that night, but I have no idea when or how much. It seemed to me I tossed, turned and stared at the ceiling or out the window all night long.After taking my shower the next morning, I used a washable hair color to change my looks and dressed in a style my wife would not associate with her husband. Going back to the lobby, I used the pay phone again to call my wife's room. Again no answer, but I. "That's my girl. Now come here." I couldn't stay mad at him. I walked over and he wrapped his arms around my waist."I love you. So much." I love you too." He kissed me running his tongue against my lips and then poking his way inside. My tongue met his and I could feel our tongues dancing together in my mouth. It was wonderful.He moved his hands to my shoulders and slowly slid the straps off. My dress fell to the floor. I ran my now black tipped fingers over his abs. I could feel him harden in. "Juicy, against the wall, please."I heard an unmistakable grinding click and looked over to see Juicy was now in 'costume'. He must have borrowed some leather from Cutie. Juicy had the leather tassel nipple rings, a large, thick collar, handcuffs on a chain, and a stiff leather cock sheath with a ball strap. None of it - except the sheath - looked like it was really binding him, but it was a fucking awesome affect.Juicy walked over to at wall and, after searching a moment, hooked the chain on a.