He came awake, lying on his side, with his arm round a woman, and cuddling a breast. The woman’s hair smelled differently from Angelina, and the bre...st seemed smaller, so he realised he was cuddling Annetta. Deciding that he should be discreet, he turned over to face the opposite way, and cuddled Angelina.To his shock, he heard her murmur, “About time, too, John.”He whispered, “Sorry, dear. I was asleep and didn’t notice.”“It is O.K. my darling,” she forgave him, and went back to sleep.When the. My own cock was fucking down, deeply into Mary’swilling mouth as I worked her hot mature black cuntinto a lather of cunt juice and wet hair. My fingersand face were covered in a thick syrupy coating ofmilky cunt nectar and as fast as I gulped it down itcontinued to flow. I’d never realized a woman’s juicecould flow in such quantities – I was lapping Mary’slove hole like a puppy dog. Pulling my cock out of her sucking black lips, Iabruptly twisted around over the. It's very common for people in my country to hang their clothes to dry on clotheslines that criss-cross their backyards, and on that fateful afternoon I spotted a pair of red lace panties that belonged to my neighbour. My heart started to race immediately, as I stopped to assess the situation. Those panties were close to my wall, not close enough to allow me to go for them without some extra effort, but they were definitely at arm's reach and both my perverted mind and lonely soul started. "Which makes it all the harder for those of uswho have none."Despite the colder weather, the snow had stayed away, leaving everythinglooking brown and dead, only adding to my gloomy mood as the days wentby.Finally, it was the night before Christmas, and as I prepared for anempty holiday, I wept. "You know what I wish, Angel?" I asked my newfriend during a break in my day. "I just wish I knew if my daughter wasokay. I wish my wife could forgive me for needing to transition. And Iwish I knew if.