There was just something about the way he was fucking me that was meant to be because every thrust I could feel him hit my prostate and it just felt l...ke I died and went to heaven.Everything felt so good that I didn't even have to stroke my cock and I knew I was going to eventually cum. However Jose stops, grabs my hips and flips me over onto my back. He grabs one of my pillows, folds it in half and sticks it under my lower back lifting my ass into the air for easy access. Before he could even. It took me a few moments to realize whathappened and when I remembered, my eyes instantly filled with tears. Isaw Bernadette standing by the window and after a few moments she turnedto me; she saw I was awake and she said, "John!" she quickly came to thebed, "Oh John!" she caressed my face a bit with her hand, "That bitch…thatsick bitch! John, say something" but I couldn't, I didn't know what tosay. Instead, I just felt tears coming down my face in gushes; I was cryingwithout any movement on my. Mary and Paula both felt themselves wincing in step with him, incontrast to Cleo, who thought it was a hoot to call him straight backin to top up her glass as well. As soon as they had drunk theirs, theygrabbed Cleo and told Judy they had to call it a night. After somenoisy goodbyes, He saw them out and locked up. His wife was now passedout on her chair, so he left her while he cleared the dining room, andsun lounge then loaded the dishwasher. After a quick wipe of thekitchen surfaces he helped. "You do it so well, how could I not?" Which, I suppose, was a complimentof sorts.The idea that Danny's love for me might be too good to be true, thatthere must be a catch, was something I'd often wrestled with. I didconsider that perhaps his gender frustration might be the catch - if so,I felt strong enough to dismiss it as a problem. (What if he changes hisgender and leaves you, Alice?) Sometimes, under a stagnant wash of self-doubt, I agonised whether some fault of mine fired Danny's woman.