”She ate most of the toast and I figured that her stomach was a little too tender for more than that. I focused on the rest and we shared the OJ. My...life had started to mend this past year. I wasn’t dwelling on Sabrina, I’d found a woman that I could think of as a mother more than my own, I’d come a long way toward forgiving Linda and Billy, although I still wasn’t sure I could ever see him without wanting him dead.When breakfast was finished, I gave her a longer, more lingering hug. “I would. Not at work, anyway. And when he was at church, or club meetings, the people he was around were above reproach and didn't need to be analyzed. He couldn't tell much about these people so far.But he knew they'd need a leader, and he was sure he was the man for the job.Reginald Bower felt alone and isolated in the room. That was something he was used to, though, and it didn't bother him all that much. Reggie was a black man, thirty-seven years old and born during a time in America when race. ”“Of course,” Kevin grinned. “If she is so inclined, she has my permission to do that.”“You sound very much like my husband, Senor. Karla and I may have something in common. Our husbands are both gracious and kind with us. Both of you understand our needs.”“I understand you’ve also lent your husband to Karla, is that right?”“Last night,” she confirmed. “And now, Karla owes me an evening with you.”Kevin laughed. “That would be delightful, I’m sure.”“So, Rafael may have your wife for. Angie moaned with joy and her body began to tremble. He got her lying on the bed and began moving his hands over her, amazed how beautiful she was, what fantastic shape she was in. Without clothes, Angie looked ten or fifteen years younger. Except for her graying pubic hair, Bob couldn’t have told how old she was. What had started as a ‘mercy fuck’ was rapidly turning into a truly pleasurable experience. He slid off the bed and knelt between her legs. Angie stiffened. ‘Bob, what…what are you.