But she had other plans. “Don’t you agree,” She asked me, looking in my eyes. “That breastfeeding is one of God’s gifts to us?” “Uh, ye...h.” I answered. “It’s great.” She smiled. “You’re much too embarrassed by nudity.” She told me.“Haven’t you ever seen a woman’s vagina before?” My eyes widened. “Uh, no.” I told her. Actually I had, in variousPlayboys and Penthouses that my father kept around the house. But I wasn’tabout to tell her THAT.“Well.” She said huffily, as if I was the. He knocked on her door andwaited. He had always sort of dreaded running into Jackson since histransformation, and he was dreading this meeting, too... because everymeeting was a chance for Jackson to give Tyler grief for what he hadbecome, what he had done recently, and what he enjoyed. The surprisemeeting at the coffee shop yesterday had driven that home in a big way.Tyler hoped deeply that she would just talk business with him today andnot ask for too many details regarding what happened last. Today started like any day. But ended with a threesome.We spent the day around the pool drinking, and snuck off to our room. After a quick shower my wife virtually pounced on me, and what started as a blow job moved to the bed, she lie on the bed with her legs apart, and I couldn't resist going down on her. She really squirms as I'm slowly flicking my tongue over her clit, and I slip a couple of fingers inside her soaking pussy. Before long I'm fingering her as hard as I can, she's now slid. You lost her to a famous artist, someone who you thought would help you break into the glorious world of new art. Then you found out that he only wanted her, not you, and he needed to be around her in order to get her. To do that, he needed to bring you into his world until he had her in his clutches, then he could dump you and have her all to himself. No need to say yes or no; it's a story as old as time, and just as painful to watch and bear as watching a loved one waste away to nothing."We.