My wife loves to eat my asshole as much as I love to eat hers.She kept working her saliva deeper and deeper into my asshole, my asshole was pulsating,...begging to be fucked. She then quit licking it and I felt a large hard object penetrating my ass, she had lubed up the double-headed dildo and was inserting it into my ass. She has fucked me plenty of times with it so it went into my ass without any trouble at all.I turned my head around to her and told her to fuck me hard that I was a bad boy. .. what it's like... to feel yourself changing... to something you don't know... do you know... what it's like... to feel yourself... f-f-fading away?"At this point she collapsed on my shoulders, sobbing her heart out. I felt for her. But there were some answers I still needed."What exactly do you want me to do?" I asked Dumbledore with Sheila still on my shoulders."I know what this particular wizard, his name is Randall Fenard, has done. I don't believe for one moment that Sheila's identity is. My grocery shopping trip the previous day was interrupted by Roxie, not that minded, but now not only was I starving but I was also out of coffee. This just would not do so I headed off back into town. The effects of last nights blizzard were obvious but thankfully the streets were passable and this time I made certain that I had plenty of gas. I decided that my first stop would be to the local coffee house and much like yesterday that would prove to be a very interesting decision.The place was. .............."So after my dad died, me and my mom moved over here. I like it here, its nearly always sunny. Besides there's no constant reminders of Dad here.'' I said as I stuck some more sequins onto the frame of the cardboard. Michael is just sat there listening. Over the past hour I found out he is a good listener, as he doesn't really have any stories of his own to tell. He has just breezed through life, no worries or troubles, like one of those unlucky people where nothing ever goes.