Letting the water drip from my face I looked at my reflection in the mirror, dark circles marred my hazel eyes and I could see a patch of grey hairs f...rming near my widow’s peak. At only twenty seven I could easily been mistaken for a woman twice my age. Why did I let him do this to me for so long? Because you love him I ignored the painful thought and reached for my cosmetics bag, deciding that the first step towards happiness was looking the part. Satisfied I no longer looked like the walking. I had to see his cock going in and out of my wife. I didn't want to miss seeing this, and there it was, he was going balls deep into my wife and she was in complete ecstasy. She turned her head to my direction but was still blindfolded. “Is it what you expected?” and smiled. “More so.” I smiled back and placed my hand on her cheek to demonstrate comfort and support, but quickly turned my eyes back to his cock going in and out of her. It was a dream come true, but still a little unreal.. They were Ami and Mel, Ami was the younger of the two, both were good looking and teenagers.....just. I wasn't that old then if you see where I'm coming from here.One summer evening the girls came over to just spend some time with us mucking around in the garden....I decided what fun it would be to have a water fight with them, and after I had thrown a bucket of cold water over Mel the eldest, the fight began.....It was brilliant the girls summer dresses were see through, and i could make out. So, too, did girls. Not that girls were Jesus, or Jesus a girl. That was a robe, not a dress, and not once had Mark seen Jesus with his hair done up in some girly fashion. Just to make that clear. All Jesus and girls had in common was the mysterious part. Everything else was different.For one, Mark could talk to Jesus. With girls, not so much. Especially the pretty ones. As soon as a girl he had known all his life began to register as damned attractive, Mark couldn't deal. New girls, who he had.