We continued to eat and talk, talking about this and that; and as the conversation continued, my feelings became more and more conflicted. It was chao... in my head. I wanted to hate this girl, but she was proving more and more to be sweet, kind, thoughtful, and warm. She was also friendly and showed an active interest in me, and wasn't off-put by my less than warm feelings for her. So the tenacity to which I clung to my dislike of her became more and more desperate the longer we talked.My. What stood out the most were her wide hips and large, shapely ass. But that didn't diminish the fact that she had a very welcoming and soft bosom. She was the breadwinner of the family as her husband, Ray, had only started his teaching job at the local high school three years ago. Ray was 57 and an inch taller than Logan at 6'5. A natural brunet, Ray's hair was now greying and beginning to thin out. He had blue eyes. Ray and Juliana had met back in college where Ray had been a star on the. “Well, if I ask you to make love, you’ll think I’m trying to re-start our relationship.”“That’s actually the problem, Becky. I still love you.”“I know. And I love you. That’s not new.”“But thinking about you and me having a future is.”“What? I don’t understand!”“Neither do I, Becky, neither do I. It just hit me on Friday that you, Jennifer, and Joyce all present three very different futures for me and I have no idea which one is the right one. Any of them could be. And the only way to know is. That was the moment I'm sure,certainly notions of scratching itches or reaffirming my hetrosexuality were long forgotten in the riot of sensation the simple act of entry hasd brought about.The taste,not unpleasant but not pleasant either though it was appealing.The size of him he seemed to own every square mm of my mouth and mark it as his with the constant stream of pre come.I withdrew slightly,hand gripping his base and began to roll my tongue around his purple,swollen glans.Around the rim,up.