” I grinned. “No, but I let you in on a big secret – nice guys never get the girl they want.”“But you do?”With just a few steps he was in ...ront of me and laid his hands on my hips. “I really hope so.” He smiled. “Even if she is not like a girl.”Frowning I looked away. “So,” I sighed, “if MR. not so nice guy gets his not like a girl... how can that work out?”“They will have fun, as they have now, maybe see more of each other. Make it known to their friends. No more hiding, more talking.”I. They were accompanied by Mathew Tate, Phil’s lawyer.They hurried over, taking tiny steps to avoid disturbing the silence. Mathew took his time, allowing the women to go first. Phil noticed the staff watched them intently. They seemed to be walking on eggshells, careful what they said. Despite other recovering patients, every eye seemed to be on him. He wasn’t sure how to interpret that. The only thing he could imagine was that his brain tumor was malignant and the surgeons decided it was. I wanted to scream, but that would get me no where. The men were shouting up a storm, cheering their lecherous friend on. I could have thrown up on them all, the scum. Reaching out to the man closest to me, I pulled his dagger out of his belt. He did not even notice me removing it. And then I pushed my way forward. Slipping the dagger in my sleeve, none could see it. They were all amused as I pushed my way to the front. Amused I could walk maybe, or amused that I wanted to see such a. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; my wife was about to suck and fuck a black guy, in front of me. Deanna took Marks cock into her mouth; she could barely get it in. She struggled to get past the head. Her eyes began to water and I could see the spit starting to drip out of her mouth. She pulled the cock out of her mouth and looked over at me."Honey, I am going to enjoy this!" So am I Dave." Mark said.Deanna went back to sucking his dick. It was as hard as a rock, 11 inches of black cock in.