My head was spinning, seeing my big beautiful wifestanding there naked except for her heels in a men’sbathroom, those big tits and white skin co...trastedagainst these black men’s hands that were all over her.They rubbed her big tits and suckled them and gave herdeep kisses. Grabbing the back of her head so she couldnot pull away, they explored her mouth with theirtongues. They ran their hands over her entire body andbetween her legs. They fingered her clit and she movedinto them even. And he never felt uncomfortable about sharing any part of his life that she asked about with her. Before he knew it she had him laughing and talking about everything.And the third thing was that Dusty no longer had more than one mug of Mead.He would nurse the one he had to about half a cup. Since it was cleaner than the water in the inns he had to drink something, but he tried not to let himself have too much.One other thing was the ladies actually got to witness a week later was what Dusty was. "He laughed, "You're fucking kidding me." No, I'm not," and now I stared dead at him. He stared back, remindingme of the staring contests we used to have, but without any affection."I'm here as a doctor. You have a son. That's who retained me." And you. Doctor. Tell me about your father." The sarcasm waspalpable, even through the hacking cough.I almost said he died. Then, I looked at him. This shrunken little manwho looked like a gnome and wheezed like our old car, the one he boughtwhen. Emma had always been proud to have the same colour hair, and tohave it as long, and now Michelle was hoping to have her hair at thesame length eventually.Soon, Liz was finished in the bathroom, and back amongst them. She waswearing a bathrobe and her hair in a turban. John volunteered to keephis back turned while she proceeded to dry herself down."Not that I haven't seen her in the buff," he said to no oneparticular. "I'm just being gentlemanly." Oh, in the same way you are in bed?" replied Liz.