“Paul, I guess we might as well tell you the truth. YOU set the tone for this family and WE follow your direction. You don’t tell us what to do, b...t you act a certain way and we tell the girls that is how they should act. You’re the one who told Lynn you loved her, so she loved you back. You told me the same thing and so I loved you.”“And Terry,” Blossom used her pet name for me, “you told me you loved me first, so I just followed your lead and loved you back. I agree with Erin. We are. It just got way too hot in the bar with all the lights and people, sipping on a cold beer helped too.Maartje joined me, sighing she said, "Too hot for me." Me too," I smiled."I need a cool shower and perhaps a massage... ," she said with a sly smile."Have to be a quick one," I replied."Quick is good," she answered back before kissing my cheek and heading back into the bar.I slipped over the edge of the balcony onto the ground and met Maartje as she headed to the washrooms. Once there we were. ’ Nurse Wilkins left the room, then returned with a young lady in a wheelchair with an IV pole built in, and pushed her to the bed. Over the front of her gown, I could see the bandages over her chest incision. Nurse Wilkins decided we needed introductions. ‘Shawna Dufresne, this is Henry Sherman, Melissa’s husband. I’ll let you two be for a while, I have other patients to look after. Use the call button if you feel you need to go back to your room, Shawna.’ I took a closer look at Shawna, and. This has changed though. A few weeks ago I walked in on Dave getting topped by one of my black lovers. I was shocked. Here was my dominant husband, the one for whom I live to please, being utterly dominated by a true man. There he was, hunkered over on our bed with his white ass sticking in the air and his asshole stretched by a thick black dick. When he saw me, he was startled and tried to get up, but Derrell pushed him back on the bed, called him a "white bitch" and kept fucking his ass. I.