But with no real options, I just decided to go to sleep.I awoke with a hand on my cock. I was a little startled at first then I realized Mary was in t...e room with me...in my bed. Apparently she had snuck in and was playing with my dick while I was sleeping."What are you doing?" I asked her."Shhhh, let's not wake up Mark. I think you want this as much as I do, am I right?" she said in a soft whisper."Well, I can't say I don't want it but you are my friends wife, this is wrong." I tried saying. Soon I heard the dripping sound as the piss fell onto the decking. It seemed to go on forever, and my dick was getting harder as I felt the warmth and imagined the piss coming out of her big pussy lips, into her panties, onto her skirt and then onto me.Anna wriggled a bit down my lap, so she could see her handiwork. And then she started undoing the top button of my jeans, in went her hand. “You liked that, then? Does this little dick want to get any wetter? Piss for me, I dare you!”“But I. ‘Oh, how peaceful he looks when he is sleeping, my big stubborn sweetheart…my love, without a care in the world. I’m so happy, I won’t get a wink of sleep at all tonight…. my mind is just racing…isn’t it wonderful… Poor Stanley, how did Margaret put it? Yes that’s it, she said, ‘hum dinger!’ and ‘smitten, Richard is smitten with you.’ Stanley is going to have one hum dinger of a shiner, a black eye when he says the early Mass tomorrow morning. Dear Margaret, you were right, he just needed a. The interview focused on Tony's recovery from amnesia and the bizarre story surrounding it. There was little interest in the technical details of the fraud, merely that it precipitated the attempt on his life, his memory loss, his new life and new identity and finally, his reuniting with his wife and regaining most of his memory. It was a great human interest story and the cable station ran the interview several times to milk the maximum value from it.A major publisher contacted him and offered.