The feeling is akin to slipping down into a pool. But not any pool, in this pool, each drop is pure dreamy pleasure. I can feel the liquid tendrils cu...l through my mind, down my spine, and somehow making it almost impossible to stand. I am glad of your arms supporting me. A momentary though of whether you are affected the same way tickles at the edge of my mind, and then that too is gone. As we continue to kiss, I feel the pull of this pleasure more strongly with each passing moment. With each. I pulled out of Brads silken purse an squirted what felt like gallons of semen over the prettiest little blonde boy face you will ever witness. Some of my cum shot into his still slightly open mouth. Brad made little involuntary gulp an I knew he had just swallowed some of my semen. I took some last shots of my cock laying on his cum spattered face still drooling out cum. As soon as I came down from the ceiling I immediately panicked. Poor Brad was laying there naked an covered by my spunk. You. With theirdeparture, my wife and I quickly came to the realization that we werebetter suited to live apart, and the divorce had been quick andamicable.So finally alone, I could consider doing what I thought about manytimes. My needs were simple, and with the accumulated time, I couldretire with enough of a pension to cover my expenses. So the next stepwas to make the changes I wanted. The first steps were easy. Shaving,really shaving, everywhere; allowing my hair to grow longer; taking careof. He hoped this was so, even though it was sure to break his heart. He would rather have cut out his own heart, than tell her goodbye. He knew, that day was coming, sooner or later. If only, there was some other way. He knew that there was no other way they could go. He cried like a baby after that. His fingers were trembling way too much to even try to type and send her an email. He would have to call her.She answered the phone, while wiping the sleep from her eyes. She had not slept much.