I held onto the back of her head as she was doing all of this. I could tell this was not a new technique for her, because she was doing an amazing job... Within moments I was ready to erupt. I pulled her head tight against me, and she leaned down, straightening her throat. My first shot of cum must have gone straight down into her stomach, because I was deep enough that she would no longer need to swallow. She kept massaging with her fingers while I pumped a couple more shots of cum straight down. The odd feeling he'd feltsince waking up faded and he felt ... happy. The idea of putting it on... appealed to him.It took a lot of willpower to pull his hand back and go over to the maleclothes.Then the odd feeling came back, only strong enough for him to recognizeit.It was grief.Utter, total, grief and sadness. It was like the day he'd learned herparents had died, only even worse than that.Unable to stand it, he had gone back over to the female clothes, andtouched them again.The grief. You bring out the sexual fire within me that I thought died years ago. You have showed me there is more to life than running my company”. Then Al went to sleep on my lap.In New Orleans we check into a 5 star hotel. This was way out of my budget. We made ourselves comfortable while looking out on the Gulf from our hotel suite. For the next few days we had sex in every room. We had sex in every thinkable position and way. I remember one time Al said, "Hon you are my prisoner. I am going to fuck. "I'm not interested," I said."Believe me," said the African suddenly sounding like a student from nearby Johns Hopkins, "this will save your soul." Stepping inside a moment, he opened a drab brief case and extracted another brand new and expensive case that had filled it and gave it to me."The lord is with you," he said as he left smiling blissfully.The case contained new passports and drivers' licenses for Amy and me with aliases and a European driver's license for me. It also contained a.