5'9'' and a bit over weight 258#. Most everything works although I have not used most of it for awhile. Like my little man. My wife and I didn't get t...ogether anymore. He did start to stir while I was following an enticing pair of buttocks. I began to remember At one time I was proud of my nine inches. But with the wife ailing I had almost forgotten. Her name, from her name tag, was Heather. She looked to be in her early thirties. Her boobs were nice and round and reminded me of half. By eleven thirty that morning, I was finding it extremely difficult to even breathe. The enormity of what I had put into motion was overwhelming me. I felt like I was being forced to detonate my whole life, to blow up myself, and everyone I loved, and for what? For a deadline that I'd set myself. I could just as easily have made it two weeks, or even two months.I was sitting in my great chair, looking deeply into my empty fireplace, struggling with myself about my commitment for following. I pulled her to her feet and put my arms around her. She mumbled something in my shirt, which I didn’t hear. ‘What did you say?’ ‘God’s Angles are busy this time of year. Sometimes He uses regular people.’ She was smiling brightly, having repeating the words I’d told her several days ago. I brush the tears from her cheeks and kiss her gently. This time there are no interruptions, we sat in the ‘stuffed’ chair, with her in my lap, her arms around my neck and mine encircle her. Mostly we hold. I was primed and there was no denying it. "Perfect",he said. It was the only words spoken between us thus far.I flushed all over. He pushed a finger deep inside me andat the same time his tongue slid between my lips. My legswent weak. Thank God my hand was supporting me on the counterand his other hand was pressed against my stomach holdingme to the wall. I reached into his hair with my free hand andmoaned aloud in delight. His finger caressed inside memoving in deep and then almost out while.