What day had it been when she had firstnoticed her toiletries askew? A Sunday, yes, a Sunday. The smell of rose-scented oil. The embarrassment on the ...ittle boy's face in the bathtubwas still vivid in her mind.She walked into her bedroom. His wail still filled her ears. His tearsstill dampened the carpet. The nightlamp still fell in slow motion. Theimage of her young son, her pride, her treasure, still dominated theroom: her blue dress, her pantyhose, her jewelry, her lipstick,her...everything!. He stared to push back on my cock. I was being pushed from both sides. Penetrating and being penetrated. Michelle had decided she was going to take charge. She removed me from James, and pushed me onto the couch the same as he. I watched her bury her rubber cock into James’ ass. “I told you this is how he likes it.” She cooed. I reached over and grabbed James’ cock and started to stroke it. He moaned out loud as I did. Michelle stopped immediately and said, “I didn’t say you could do that.” And. " I add. I start to look for my coat. "Well you had the dinner, I spoke to you and you had a beer. Maybe its you that needs to get fucked?" he said.Part 4: With Cream On Top.His Staffie was looking over as he was texting on his phone. His text read "Sorry angel but I cant tonight. Still with my date" He had his phone in his left hand as he ran his hand through my hair. He gradually pushed my head down as I continued to suck his cock. My eyes were misty red from crying. I heard the click of the. I hadn’t thought of my first wife, my first love, in a while. I looked up at the ceiling, wondering if Serisia was watching us from the Astral Realm, a smile on her lips. Her spirit had approved of Faoril. Serisia wanted me to be happy again. To live and enjoy my life. Anger and conflicting guilt washed through me. Anger at the Ghost Wolves for raping and killing her, and guilt that if she hadn’t died I never would have met Faoril.To receive the love of one woman, I had to lose the other. It.