” I had tried. I bought Drake the same week I had the courage to pack up my dead husband. I needed a companion, even if his only source of communic...tion was to lick my face. He also gave me some security. Living alone took some getting used to. The gallery had been slow to start off but Athens is a city so rich in creativity and vision that an art gallery did well downtown. It was always filled with a handful of curious window shoppers or tourists. Carol was a magnificent sales woman, she. She was reading a letter from the Lakewood nursing home. She had a smugsmile on her beautiful face."Dear Mrs. Thompson:We regret to inform you that Mr. William Powell passed away in his sleeplast night. We never could help poor Mr. Powell get over his wilddelusion that he was you and that you had somehow stolen his body andthat he was really Susan Thompson. We mainly just kept him sedated. Wewere glad that you at our suggestion stopped visiting as it just made himso upset. Here at the home we. Apparently you insert the key to be copied into a slot, and a computer exams it and picks out the perfect blank. Then, you insert the blank into an adjoining slot and the machine cuts it.I gave him my key. When I pressed it into his hand I made a point of extending the contact. His skin was amazingly soft, almost silky, and perfectly dry. A lot of men’s hands are sweaty and sticky, as if they’d just been shafting their cocks. But not Bighead Boy. Another bit of weirdness.The machine immediately. “Enjoy baby, this is for both of us, his cock is huge, your turn on is my turn on and this a big turn on for me,” my man whispers, very agitated as he watches me take his erection between my pursed lips. My man has fucked me in this position countless times, though never as agitated as this time. Long, slow deliberate strokes with his hands grasping the cheeks of my ass. I can see him glancing at Mike’s erection sliding between my pursed lips in the mirrors.Earlier when Mike arrived my man.