That is me, my life. I am insane. Every day I expect it to be different. For me to find a way out the mundane doldrums I get to now call living. Thirt...en years of marriage and I am almost afraid to move from the spot I lay in because it may wake her up, and I don’t feel like dealing with her. Her anger, her snapping at me for not sorting the clothes properly and other shit I don’t give two fucks about, but mostly how cold she is towards me. I roll over slowly and face her sleeping form. Her. Cum literally flows from my arse as I stand up. Rodney hands me a towel to clean myself up. I have trouble walking with my legs together and my cock aches. I go in search of Susan and find her in another bedroom, this time with a bed, with three women, all naked. “Oh look who is here” squeals Sandy “I remember that cock” she says and tells me to stand by the bed. I watch Susan and another women having a 69 while Sandy takes care of my aching cock. She gobbles it until I cum, moaning, in her. I was feeling prettyfeminine by the end of the evening.We'd finished dinner and our conversation centered on her and the'accident.' I told her that I was really enjoying her company and didn'twant the evening to end. She invited me to her house and we had somewine there. That's when she told me that she needed to change herundies. She asked me if I wanted to watch. Like duh? Can you imagine? Afirst date and I'm dressed in a pretty dress, selected by Mother. Lisais dressed in the pants and wants. " Cordell asked. "Ohh ... he was from Pennsylvania. Did you play against him?" No, we were from the same high school," I explained. "Greg was a very close friend. We went out on a double date the night he died. He dropped me and my girlfriend off at my house, took his date home and was heading back to his house when that drunk T-boned him." I'm sorry, man," Cordell said sympathetically. "I met Greg on campus. Both of us did our official visits the same weekend. He seemed like a really great.