It felt like a large weight coming off me.It didn't take long to get home. I was already feeling much better but still fairly shattered. ("Fairly shat...ered" sounds as logical as "a little bit pregnant", but in sympathy for how I felt at the time, I'm too shattered to make the effort to get it right.)The news of my passing had already spread to the Anderson household, so Donna rushed out to congratulate me. After a few seconds she asked, "How come you're not excited?" Because I'm shattered.. We were inseparable from that time to the present.Twenty three years later, we are as much in lust and love as we ever were. We are two very happy, lucky people. But this is not the end of my story. I need to go back six months.After twenty three years of marriage, countless blow jobs, and occasional thoughts of what fellatio was really like for the givers, I decided I had to at least try it once, if I could find a safe and compatible guy to do it with. That, I figured, would be the major. Hip hop. I’m not a rap fan, but there was something exhilerating about being with a big black man in the ghetto with urban rap music playing on a cheap stereo. We danced. And drank. And smoked pot. He switched to some funky R&B and close danced with me, pressing my silicon breasts against his bare chest and rubbing his hands all over my ass. He interrupted the dancing with a deep tongue kiss, while he stroked my latex vaginal lips and squeezed my silicon titties. He was way turned on and pulled. .. get you a man who shares the load with you! Don’t ever let this man go again. He’s a real prize and you’re lucky to get another chance. Women! I just don’t see it! It’s all about the dick for me!” Nate confessed, even as he playfully spanked my butt a little.“He’s our boyfriend, too, in case you missed it!” Rain insisted.“Yeah, exactly! Our boyfriend and Jessica’s hubby! And Rain here, she’s my fiancee!” Larissa asserted, “but trust me, if he ever wants to tap your booty, we’ll be very.