That was a lot of information for me to absorb while I was still on painmedication but the thoughts of looking younger at an older age soundedall righ... to me.My wife was very supportive to me during this time. It actually tookabout three weeks for me to regain my voice. As I started to talk againI could only whisper. A few more days passed and I started talkingwithout whispering.I knew then how different I sounded. My wife did not say anything to meabout it but I could tell she was surprised by. Any idea what you’re going to get her?”“Probably a necklace of some kind, but possibly a bracelet.”“I’ll help you pick something appropriate and in your price range.”“Thanks. I’m not exactly up on fashion and jewelry.”“I’m no expert, but I am a girl!”I chuckled, “I had noticed!”“I was pretty sure it was obvious even to you! I assume you’re doing the traditional two rings and no diamond?”“Correct. And happily so.”“You think De Beers has enough money?” she asked.“More than,” I chuckled. “I’ve. “Jesus H Christ,” my hands dig into her hair and draw her back and forth against my shaft, “fuck Mom,” I groan as I feel her teeth graze my length and she moans against me, “stop; I don’t want to lose my load yet.”I pull out of her mouth with a soft pop, and pull her to her feet. I kiss her tenderly as I pick her up and cradle her to my chest.“Where do you want to go? I need to be inside you.” I didn’t wait for her to answer instead I climbed the stairs and kicked open the door to the room. ’ She mumbled sleepily as she snuggled up against his chest and fell fast asleep. The next day she stood outside the apartment of the latest victim. Her name was Alisha Town and she was 25. She worked as a waitress at the local cafe. Melinda knocked on the door then waited patiently, the woman who answered it looked like all the victims. She was pale, her dirty blonde hair hung limply around her shoulders. She was of medium build and nothing seemed spectacular about her. Her green eyes were.