Thankfully to counter this, I have well groomed facial hair (Which considering I'm only 18, I have a lot of) and a solid jawline that allows me to be ...presentable at the very least to the ladies of my school and so on. My torso holds a plain white t-shirt with navy blue basketball shorts grasping my waist and bustling halfway down my legs to my kneecaps. My hair you ask? Brown and shaggy. Oh I forgot, this IS a sex story, so let me tell you about the slab of meat dangling between my thighs.. Though she’d never be as glorious as Anniel, the dark-skinned she wolf mated to the scary-looking death angel called Ashriel. “Please-please give me a chance,” she wailed throwing her arms around his neck. His gaze softened and he leaned down close, his mouth almost touching hers. Rayne held her breath. She’d seen the others mate with their mouths, lips rubbing, tongues dancing against each other sensuously. Was he going to kiss her? Oh, how she wished he’d wrap his arms around her. She would. "Hi, Jan. You look pretty good for being named after a winter month." Well, Mom liked April; Dad wanted May; and the grandparents liked June and October, so they took an average and it came out to Jan. What can I say? My family is so average they get excited by both 'B' and 'D' grades." Her dream self smiled the way that she always did when they greeted each other like this; they had long ago made a game of turning the other's name into a joke and enjoyed the thought and effort that went into. Then she said, also in a very casual tone of voice, "I'm ready for that commitment now."We were married six weeks later and Brad was my best man. Thirty happy years and four grown kids later, Becky and I were still married and Brad was still my best friend and then, as they say "Shit happened!"It all started on Becky's fiftieth birthday. For some reason that I could never understand becoming fifty depressed the hell out of her. It made no sense to me. She was still sexy and desirable, looked.