My story isn’t so terribly sad, compared to the burdens others must bear. I’m thankful every day for all I have, I’ve suffered, and others have ...endured more. In short, it could be worse. I married my college sweetheart, Ellen, the week after our mutual graduations. I’d majored in Accounting, she in Business Administration. Our life together was satisfying, sweetened by the arrival of our first child, whom my wife named Marcia, followed two years later by her sister Alexa. Being parents suited. The large number of drunk drivers killing themselves and their fellow commuters meant we always had a higher than average monthly intake in the New Souls Department. The Thanksgiving holiday meant Christmas was less than a month away, and Lucifer always in a bad mood during December.About two weeks before Thanksgiving, Simon called me into his office. This wasn’t too unusual for in the past 50 years, I had become his go-to man for ideas.“As you know Bob, the big boss is starting to get grumpy. I suspect every language has that idiom!”“So, IS there something I can do for you?”“Turn around!” I grinned.“Oh no you don’t!” she giggled, lowering herself to her knees and slowly taking me into her mouth.Sofia gave me a slow, sensual blowjob and then rose back to her feet and kissed me.“Was that a good substitute?” she grinned.“It was great! And don’t worry about it, I was just teasing about that before. You shouldn’t do anything you don’t like or don’t feel comfortable doing.”“You’ve really. " Brad said and turning towards me, slipped his hand under my shirt. "I'll be sucking and playing with Ashley's tits and spreading her open for your tongue."His hand had made it up to my bra and pushing his fingers under it; Brad caught my swollen nipple and gave it a squeeze."Hmmm," I cooed as his fingers lightly caressed my tit. "And you'd need time to rest because the two of us would suck you off wouldn't we?" Oh, that would be hot!"His sentence ended in a groan when my hand found his cock.