Glena andMrs. Russell said goodbye to us and left.Mrs. Wentworth said, "Oh, my dear Angel, and that is what you are, aliving angel sent from Heaven to...bring us sad and lonely old ladies joyand happiness in our final days. These are not tears of sadness dearchild but tears of joy and happiness."We sat and talked for a long time and she seemed to come to life then.She no longer looked tired and lonely but full of life with aneagerness to share the stories of her long life with me.When the nurse. The rest of us - Vee, me and Ntombe’s five wives - faced him from the opposite side of a long table set with expensive porcelain and crystal. (I should explain that polygamy was a privilege Ntombe had conferred upon himself. It did not extend to his subjects.) The wine was better than the food. Ntombe had imported a cellar and a chef from his homeland. The chef lasted less than a month before he fled. So we ate abominably but drank unexpectedly well. Until, that is, Ntombe proposed. He was very clear from the beginning that he would only move as fast or slow as I wanted. It was perfect. Yet as close as we got, as much as we shared there was things I never knew. He kept parts of his life apart.“What’s the deal with you and Max?”Last night had been our three month anniversary and we had a blast on our date before coming back to my apartment to fuck and make love all night long. I was thinking about pushing us to the next level in our relationship. Officially using the terms. I’m just going with the flow. “As good as mine?” you ask me “I’d need to see yours uncovered like hers, if you want me to compare.” You undo your dress, and let it fall to the ground, stepping out of it. You’re in gorgeous purple satin underwear, a lovely bra with lace trim and matching French knickers. I love the suspenders and stockings touch… It looks amazing. I stand there, looking at the two of you. I still can’t believe that here, in MY bedroom, are two absolutely gorgeous women, getting.