You open your eyes briefly and look at me, yours are glazed and pleading with me to continue. I stroke the inner part of your thighs still careful not...to make contact, and then place my lips where my fingers were. You moan loudly now, saying my name, pleading with me to touch it. Not yet baby, I think, soon though. I gently stroke the sack that is swollen and hard and let my fingers gently travel the length of you, it is so beautiful, I use the fingers of both hands now, gently stroking all of. Clipper saw all that in an instant. But that was not what really scared him. What really scared him was the Russian-made assault rifle in the man’s hands. An AK47. Sweet jeezus, he thought, an AK. He’d actually owned on of those, back somewhere in the mists of time. Where did this motherfucker get a goddam AK, he wondered. It even had a huge clip on it. Shit, thought Clipper. I am fifty-five years old, and this is the first time I remember ever looking down the muzzle of a gun like this. That. They were not his size or his style anyway. Besides, I was tired of hearing her bitching about her lost clothes.So, instead, I gave Alex money to get the clothes she wanted. I also started to think of him as she, a girl and not a boy. She knew exactly what she wanted: dresses, skirts, tops, bras, panties etc. I think she also bought some "naughtier" clothes, but I didn't know for sure since I didn't go shopping with him. But for the way he dressed in front of me, it was clear that his goal was. When she discovered my taste for the sweet cream, she allowed me to indulge in every wild or weird quest. I have sucked off many men in front of her with her full approval and had men shoot their cream all over my body and in every hole, again, with her full knowledge. Most women would never put up with my desires, but my wife loves to see me so totally turned on and satisfied.Over the past few years I have gone from occasional male/male sex to almost weekly oral adventures. Susie never seems.