He started moaning "oh yean, that's right bitch, rim my ass." I just smiled as I built up his pleasure.I was stroking his cock and playing with his we...l lubed balls, rimming him like I was his. I had eased his jeans down past his knees until they were free and clear. My wife was enjoying the show and the feel of his mouth eating her out as if there was no tomorrow.My hands were spreading his ass for my tongue as I was working the lube deeper into him. I flipped over onto my back and began to. My self esteem is doing just fine." I think you're confusing self esteem with ego." I'd say there's a very fine line between the two, if any. Regardless, both my ego and my self esteem are quite healthy." Rather than debate that, let's move on. Do you blame your wife for having abandoned you?" I do feel abandoned. I'm not sure I blame anyone. She had cancer, she died. It wasn't anyone's fault. I suppose I could blame her or the doctors or God or the blue meanies. It won't bring her back." It's. They were all 'just right'. Small, medium, and large visions of beauty.Bernie looked a bit apprehensive, as she asked "Well, what do you think, am I hideous, or will I do?"I was still speechless, but I could kiss. I didn't want to stop, and it was Bernie who finally pushed me back, so she could talk."I'll take that as your approval", she gasped. "Now, I want you naked!"I didn't get to help, but I wasn't complaining. She was very efficient, and she got my clothes off a lot faster than her own.. No. Let’s start that over. I stepped into the shower. I don’t jump into anything any more. After I’d got all cleaned up and refreshed, I selected a shirt that would look good with my pants, a deliberate, decision making process that I seldom bother with any more when I’m getting dressed. What the hell, nobody cares what I looked like. I have three or four shirts that I like for the warm weather, and I usually just grab whichever one of them is hanging nearest to the closet door. But that day.