. "fine... as you guys can't seem to give me good advice anyway, I'll ask O'Maley".Melissa's guy trouble basically consisted of her wanting a serious ...boyfriend but every guy she met never seemed to want a commitment. Was this normal? Was she wrong for wanting more? Her friends just confused her further so she would ask Father O'Maley for his thoughts. Father O'Maley was a good looking, overly polite man in his 40's who liked classical music and talking at length with the little old ladies after. I still enjoyed eating, munching her tits, and seeing the frivolous, perverted look in her eyes, watching me wanting her this much, fucking her deep, owning every inch of her mature body. I upped the tempo and not long her body started to jerk and twist, then finally with a high pitched whine she squirted all over me. Without much ado, I was pushed back, one of her boobs hanging straight into my mouth. ‘Ooooh, baby likes a big saggy tit being fed to him, hungry little boy! Suck on it yeees! And. I avoided friends, mostly because they reminded me I missed having a loving, compassionate woman in my life.Sunny day friends and lovers split at the first storm. Real friends don't give up on you and THEY are the ones willing to follow you into hell because they care. One couple kept looking out for me, and I felt blessed to have these two with me. Without telling me, they signed me up for an unusual TV dating game. They knew my romance history and passed some helpful details to the show.. The black men started talking amongst themselves about what to do withus. They repeated that they couldn't leave us alive. After a minute ortwo one of them said he knew what to do and called someone on his cellphone. They watched over us for what seemed like hours, then a vanpulled up next to the trash bin. Two large black men and a thin blackwoman exited the van and started talking to the others. When they hadmade a decision I saw them all pick up and load my wife and daughterinto the van..