I suspected sometimes she felt my rock poking at the crack between her bun, urging her. She would take my throbbing manhood in her mouth after I moved...to stand in front of her. Now I perfected my skills on her left breast and nipple without ignoring her right side. After her first orgasm she usually preferred to see my cum sprayed on her breasts. I often stay hard and pressed her melons together, sliding my rod between them, using my cum as lubricant. Each time my big purple glans emerged, she. Josh was devastated and spent a lot of time crying either on the bed or on the sofa. He ate very little and drank too much. I tried to comfort him but I couldn’t since I was a spirit, an entity with no form.I sat opposite him in the living room. On the table between us stood a gallon bottle of cheap vodka and an overfilled ashtray. Some of the butts had fallen onto the table but Josh hadn’t noticed or simply didn’t care.He just sat there staring at the bottle while slowly sipping from a glass.. Cruising down highway one on the coast of California, in July, ’bout midnight. The urge to stop along the beach and check out the moon and stars over came me and I pulled off to admire the splendid view, seize the moment. Fizz was pleased as I gazed at her beautiful smile. . Very bright tonight, the moon was glowing on the water as the waves crashed along the shore. Wind blowing calm, warm soothing. We walk down the beach talking of life, listening to the sounds of the ocean. Holding hands. Smith rose from his chair and said, "Well good luck young man." As he turned to walk away he looked back and said, "By the way like Omega, Bob Smith is a pseudonym." Then he left.I sat for another half hour trying to get my emotions under control. I was thinking about what I was going to say to Mary about all this. I felt like I had somehow let her down by allowing something like this to happen.When I got home Mary was in the kitchen fixing dinner. When I looked at her I could see why she would.