Mine didn’t even attend the wedding at our church. Our Sunday school class teacher walked me down the aisle. It’s been the right choice for me as ...s Steve. I pray that they will see God’s light at some point.”Bert nodded. “I understand.”Belinda said, “I would appreciate an escort, Bert, when Steve isn’t one of the invitees. I’ve seen some of the looks and they are border-line.”“Sure. I would hope that Steve will watch over Elaine. Some of the northern and western folk don’t understand what is. My parents exchanged numbers with them in case either of us had an emergency. Well I have one and it’s between my legs.“Hello Stan, did I wake you?”“No Trish, I’m awake.”“What are you doing, Stan?”“Thinking about you and how wrong that was tonight.”“Well Stan, I’m thinking of you and rubbing my pussy with my dildo.”“I’m going to hang up if you talk like that again.”"Oh Stan, I know how lonely you are. Let me help you.”There is a moment of silence, then I continue.“Stan, imagine I am with you. After some experimentation, and tweaking, I had covered the patches on the side of my face and neck with a realistic-looking skin pattern. I tried turning and moving my head to check if it was consistent from any angle. It looked pretty good. I then tried speaking, and the 'skin' bent in slightly exaggerated ways, that made it look like the skin on my face was stretching too much. After some adjustment, I had corrected that. I could now speak, without giving away my secret.I then went to work. "I love you too. Let's go home"I started across the parking lot and stopped after a couple of steps."What is it?" the wife asked."Oh, it's nothing" and started off again. It actually was something.It was the sound of my heels as they clicked on the pavement. Itwas a heavenly sound. The darkness of the parking lot concealed ahuge smile and a rather large erection.We climbed into the car and headed home. Not too far from the mall,the wife started slowly running her finger up-and-down my leg..