"I wouldn't know," I tell him. "I'm a guy and like girls." I try tostress to him but this does not seem to deter him as he continues withthe same lin... of questioning."But, if you were a pretty white girl and not a lonely white boy, wouldyou think I'm a good looking guy then?" I hear him ask me as I just shakemy head at the question he has asked."Yeah, I suppose so, but so what? I'm a guy. So what difference does itmake?" I say to him as he smiles at my confession but then he ignores myquesion. I want to show the world that I have a wife and a daughter, not just and old friend and a ward. I want to put things the way they should have been for the past fifteen years."Jessica looked into his eyes. Don still held her hand in his. With his right hand he moved the ring to her finger. He held her eyes to his as he slid the sparkling diamond farther and farther onto her finger."You will make me the happiest man alive, Jessie."A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked down to her hand. It. Fiona was surprised when she felt the first shot of her husband's cum flood into her mouth, but she wanted to bring him all the pleasures she could provide. Keeping her mouth tight around her husband's cock, Fiona felt three more shots of cum hit inside her mouth. Finally she felt Jeff no longer shooting his cum and she slowly started drinking the warm thick like liquid. Never had Fiona felt so much like a wife and lover than when she drank her husband's semen.After she finished drinking the. The only thing she had not expected was the blow of his detachment, the blow that left her reeling, unable to react to anything or anyone.Still, life had gone on, or so it seemed. Collecting herself, she went on following him. She saw him leave his house, enter a supermarket, do his shopping and come back. She saw him enter his house laden with bags. She yearned to help him but she could not. She kept at a distance, just content to watch him, enjoying the precision of his movements when.