We're not buying it." Cully, we're taking that sling shot back. And I mean it. I told you no." Cully, you're not going there." Cully, now no. And I me...n it."For a rare instance in our marriage I was the adult. I felt smug."Cully, look!"Momentarily lost in my reverie I found she'd lowered the top of her dress and her breasts were exposed."Cully's not a tit man. Cully's not a tit man. Cully's not a tit man." Sing song/Sing song."You only married me for my butt. That's all you care about, isn't. A very sick little boy, by the way. That's the reason I'mhere."And the story poured out of Debra: of a little boy named Loren who seemedto always be drawn to girl's things, who begged to dress as a girl everyHalloween, who in fact assured everyone he had the chance to speak tothat he was in fact a girl."We thought this was a challenge," his mother said, "until he wasdiagnosed with leukemia. That kind of put things in perspective."Diane clasped her hand to her mouth. "Oh, no," she said. She was really wet, smoothly shaved and her huge tits felt awesome; groping, kneading. Her hard nipples were perfect for sucking. While she was masturbating my cock, she noticed quickly that we didn’t unwrap the condom for naught, but to be on the safe side, she started a very hot blowjob. Man, this was fantastic. She sucked at my glans, nibbled at, kissed it, took it in her mouth, played with her tongue at the shaft; her tongue found that spot just beneath the glans. Ahhh, so very good, so. Bringing me over to the bed, you set me down, then step away for a moment, first lighting candles on the bedside table and then removing the rest of your own clothing. I watch you, enjoying the play of the flickering candlelight over your nude body, my heart pounding with desire, and something else, as my eyes take in every contour they see. You come back to me and kneel behind me on the bed, wrapping your arms around me. Pulling me to my knees, you point to the mirror that I now notice near.