Sam waited. Dejected as he felt, he lost track of all the times he masturbated while lurking in the bungalow. Never had he brought himself to orgasm s... often. He couldn't help it. He saw nothing, nothing except the mental image of his wife receiving fucking after fucking from her Black God. With each time and each of her resulting orgasms, her conversion would burn deeper into her soul, never to be undone.Barely sleeping Thursday night, he finally fell into an exhausted sleep late Friday night,. Children have a habit of growing up. Soon, all too soon, they were college graduates and had moved out on their own. Mark had an environmental engineering degree and joined a construction company in a neighboring state. Jen’s qualifications were in Financial Planning. That left Peg and I working diligently towards our retirement. ‘We had earned our stripes’ and were entering our ‘golden years’. **** ‘Hey, hon. Wazzup?’ I remarked casually one fine day in late Spring. I kicked off my shoes and. Working on his control and dexterity, probably. “She was right there, and she asked you to stop. And I saw, Jack, that you were going to ignore her pleas, and kill Angela anyway. Too slow, though. So now Angela lives, and Athalia will not be happy with you.”“Yeah, thanks for rubbing it in.” Jack lowered his head to set his forehead on the table; very, very gently. Still couldn’t see out one side of his face, and the attempt to open his eyelid was enough to shock his body still with pain. He was. I decided then, that I would see where this went, or where I could take it...The first day we worked together, we didn't really get a chance to talk. I could feel him staring all day and I made sure to send my energy his way. We didn't exchange many words as he was always rushing off to tend to the next task. I couldn't tell if he was scared to be next to me or if he was just that busy. I just wanted to get him alone so I could ask him a few questions.. figure him out. A few months went by.