She’s amazing. But when I allow myself to be honest, I haven’t looked at her thatway for some time. And I didn’t want to any longer. These one-n...ight affairs I had on the road taught me a couple of things about myself. Or rather, those hours on the airplane flying home from some strange city allowed me to stop rationalizing what I was doing and admit to myself what I really needed. Her divorcing me was only the kick in the ass to get me to wake up.I realized women were nice, but that they didn’t. . we could. Does that mean we could find some gigs on our own?”“One thing at a time, Mr. Love,” he said. “Let me know how much you spent, and leave us alone, please?”Maybe William won’t be the youngest Love child?I heard my girls’ voice, “Oh, Michael, where art thou?”I followed the Shakespearean call up the stairs and into my room, where Charles and Mary were as well. They were making out on my bed. I mean kissing, of course.They sat up, with her fixing her hair a little, with a giggle. “April. I had guessed what was coming, as it came. Literally. He flopped onto my back with his dick still enclosed in my ass, his warm teen boy juices running out back along his cock and down towards my balls. I pulled myself off of him and turned to sit and admire his softening manhood, when a thought occured to me. I bent over and stuck all of him into my mouth and down my throat, feeling him getting erect again as I went. I gagged and took it out of my mouth, smiling with his own cum spread around. I could not have asked for a better role. Smiling, as if that would hide the nerves, I notice, and I feel them too, this day has been long in coming. My dear, let the nerves flow through your being until they become an all-consuming fire. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks of our gentle sin, it is passion, pure, purifying, and we want it, you and I. Just give in.You glide halfway across the floor, between the door and the bed, stretching your gloved hand to me. I take it, you pull me.