I saw an older couple moving quickly towards me. The man grabbed my shoulder and turned me around to face him."Dave you have to help her," he said. "I...don't know what happened to her. She sure isn't the little girl I raised, but she's still the woman you married. I think it was a hormone imbalance or temporary insanity that led to it. But despite all of that, she loves you. She has maintained that throughout this nightmare." I'm not sure what I should do or even what I CAN do Mr. Miller," I. I broke from her lips and began tasting her ear lobes as I moved the top of her dress to the middle of her shoulders. I nibbled her ear and neck tasting her over and over savoring her sweet perfume as she let out light moans. I worked my lips to her exposed bra and slid the strap down just enough to expose her nipple, I licked and tasted her smooth nipple rolling my tongue over and over on the tip stopping once in a while to lightly bite on it. Angie continued to let out little moans as I moved. As I pulled out, I told her she would pay for teasing me. She was gasping, but she said "OH, FUCK YEAH!", and I rammed it down again. This went on for a while, I was savouring the sight of this gorgeous little slut with her lips stretched around my shaft, tears running down her face from gagging.I was on the edge of cumming the whole time, and her throat spasming on me felt so fucking good. When I asked her if she was ready for the load I had saved for her, she nodded eagerly, so I grabbed her. It was a toss up between going home and spending the next couple of days wallowing in self pity with the help of copious quantities of booze. This didn’t excite me all that much because, from experience hangovers were self inflicted pain and I had a low threshold for self inflicted pain, and going somewhere that I could find an obliging man and get myself well and truly fucked, after all it had been some time since I had felt anything more animated than a vibrator between my legs. This also.