It was another iconic moment, one that I will continue to play over in my head even when parts of my body begin to decay and grow flaccid from old age... They’ll have me drooling in a corner at some moldy old folks’ home. Yet, a smile will be plastered on my face, and only if I had the ability to talk I would tell them the tale of how my sweet, sweet slut of a wife finally, completely, and so unabashedly succumbed to her inner lesbian. I couldn’t wait. What I saw of the two women affected me. I like that about her. We totally mesh on everything. Crystal is a closet bisexual Irishwoman of French-Canadian descent with a fetish for bisexual male erotica and a penchant for well-hung black men. She’s a Leo, astrologically speaking. I’m an Aquarian. We’re back in my usual digs, in a nice townhouse located in Boston’s Back Bay, with a magnificent view of the great Boston Public Library and the majestic Prudential Center. Crystal has really done well for herself in the recent past. My old. ” Jason answered with a dirty tone. “Oh my, three naked young men sitting on my couch jerking off for me? What shall we do with this mess? Do you boys want something to jack off to?” Angel asked Jason, Mark and Brad only answered by a small moan and pumping themselves a little faster. Angel sat on her coffee table and started to undress for the three good looking boys on her couch. Angel couldn’t believe what she was doing. Three months ago she never would have imagined she was about to. “You feel incredible, Steph,” he whispered. “Does it hurt, does it feel good?” “Hurts a little, but only a little. Feels amazing. You feel so big inside me.” She began to rock her hips, moaning against his lips. He ran his hands lightly down her back and then back up her sides to stroke her breasts. “Does that feel good?” she asked. “Darling it’s incredible, perfect. Do you want me to touch your clit while I’m inside you?” he whispered. She hesitated for a moment and then nodded. Joe squeezed.