"Angelina, would you go on a date with me tomorrow evening? I would like to take you out dancing somewhere. Maybe we could talk a little without me ha...ing to pay attention to what is going on here at the ranch. Do you realize that I have spent only one night away from here in the last three months?" That was the night you spent at my house before picking up your ex-wife the next day." My sister and her baby, not my ex-wife, you mean. Your mother was there that night too, but you weren't if I. So much will, so much determination, so much good. I’m the luckiest man on earth.October 14th, 1995, 10:40 AM PT, Chapel of the Flowers, Las Vegas, NVThe Chapel of the Flowers was one of the oldest wedding chapels on the Vegas strip, and also an inexpensive one. Josh and Akilah rented a tuxedo and a dress respectively, and they got the La Capella chapel for the ceremony. It wasn’t done all that fancy. It wasn’t about the ceremony, it was about being legally married. Well that’s what they kept. Len had an athletic body. Worse for me, he had an impressively large cock protruding from a bush of dark pubic hair, assets I couldn't come close to matching. He stood by the bed and Tarla sat on the edge of the mattress. He took the root of his organ between thumb and forefinger and told me to kneel in front of him. I gasped.She said, "Let's go, sissy Kissy. It's time to live up to your name. Squat down. Open those shiny lips."I tried to speak but couldn't. This wasn't what I wanted. Was it?. It is a wonderful feeling and I laid there in my bed and reveled in the filthiness of the memory.I was startled out of my dirty little daydream by the sound of my husband's voice saying, “Good morning you filthy cheating little cockwhore!” I looked at him and I could feel my lip quivering as I tried to keep myself from crying. I said, “I’m sorry Mike, I am so sorry. You must hate me now and knowing that I have destroyed the love you felt for me is not something I can bare. I’ll pack my things.