"If you hadn't done what you didI'd be an eighty-two year old man with a weak heart who, realistically,can't have much longer to live."She laid a slen...er hand on my cheek then leaned in and gently kissed meon the lips. When she pulled back, her eyes, her amazing blue eyes, werebrimming with tears."Instead, thanks to you. I'm young, I'm beautiful, and I have a long lifeahead of me. You're my hero." I only did what any husband would have," I said. "You're my wife andI'll always do whatever it. I wore a pair of blacktights on top of everything, loving how they felt when I was underneaththe covers.I wouldn't always do this since as soon as I was in bed I wanted tosleep, and the breasts would get in the way, the multiple layers aroundmy crotch would get too tight. It wasn't usually worth it and the onlyenjoyment I got was putting in on and wearing it while I fell asleep. Asolid thirty minutes of fun. Normally I'd wake up the next morning,regretting wearing all those tight clothes to. We headed back to the car and began to go to our next location, which I would soon find out we went to a beauty supply shop but didn't stay long, just long enough to get two hair scrunchies. While we were inside I thought I saw my Mother and rushed my Dad out before we got caught, by the time we ran back to the car we were laugh so hard. It was getting late so Daddy decided to head to our last stop we went to his doctor friend's office, we went into one of his rooms where he gave me a shot of. Admittedly, it was almost a struggle to stay conscious as he lay beneath the sheets with her. It was like having a living body pillow that could hug back, warm and soft in all the right ways. He rubbed his cheek against the downy wool – deep enough that he could almost bury his face in it completely, shuffling to get closer to her. She responded in kind, her hold on him tightening, and he shivered as he felt her run her fingers through his hair. She stroked him like a cat, something that Becky.