"All those OTHER topics came up." Grin. "Well, that ONE topic came up. Three times, huh?" Yeah, but your stomach's rumbling right now, huh?" She was n...w in my arms. I kissed her. "'Nother thing. We need some kind of sign that we're married, you know."Squeal. "Rings!" Tell you what," I said, "We'll go eat and talk about what you want. I'm just glad you didn't want matching tattoos." You're a butt and I know what I want." Already? How many carats?" Fourteen." You mean gold. What about a diamond. Apart from the basque, she was wearing nothing but a smile (or more of a smirk).She then handed me two envelopes, addressed to me, and I recognised the handwriting on one of them as Ethel's. The other one had been printed on a computer.I opened Ethel's letter first.Dear Charles,I know you always loved that black basque and we did have some fun in it, and out of it, so I thought I would pass it on to someone who could use it.As you know Wendy and I have kept in touch and no doubt will continue. Her large, magnificent breasts pressed up against the sports bra covering my chest. I wished they were mine, I wished they were inside the bra I was wearing. If only I was a woman. After a moment of kissing she told me to sit down on the bench, then she shoved the dildo into my mouth. I felt the sharp taste of the inside of my asshole on my tongue. While fucking my mouth with my ass-stained dildo, she pulled the yoga pants down to my ankles. ‘Try to cum for me, sweetie’ she said, taking my tiny. He’s so cute, a tall, light-skinned Puerto Rican with green eyes and a small mustache. He says whassup, we smiled at each other and he touches my pants where my dick is. I go up to the counter and pay for my beer, when I go out of the store he comes out holding a kid by the hand. I think oh shit, he’s a dad, cant do shit tonight. We start walking together, its so fucking cold. We talk, he says he’s Puerto Rican and thity-two years old and that’s his kid he’s seven and they’re both there to.