She held me, crying, and said into my shoulder, "It's okay, I'm okay." She stood up a bit, her hands on my chest, a lazy smile on her face as my hands... kneaded and rubbed her wonderfully-shaped ass. Playfully, I added, "And know this, Cara... black, brown, or white, you've got the best butt in the house." I gave her a soft squeeze. She half-smiled back. "Richard, may I go to sleep soon? I am sooo tired."Devilishly, I responded, "Oh, don't you like me rubbing away the sting on your behind?"She. .. I forgot she did not know I was home! I told her the sleepover had ended and I had only been home awhile. She seemed to calm down somewhat and she said I wouldn't understand 'at my age' what was wrong. Dana was still crying and told me that boys are just selfish, she then asked when exactly I had gotten home?I told her I wasn't sure what I saw that it was kind of dark and had gone straight to bed ... and it was at this point I noticed her eyes where fixed on my boxer shorts ... I was still. For many days now I have listened and watched and allowed our fates to move closer and closer , neither resisting this current nor attempting to influence the pattern or outcome of this ensuing stream. I have remained alert and attentive to the call of the gods , but have done my best to station myself just close enough to be used if asked of me , yet far enough to minimize the growing fire which has continued to burn within my soul. But never have I allowed myself the chance to forget those. I watched Mr Smith get undressed and I couldn't believe my good luck. He had the body of a triathlete, and a fat, well-hung, meaty cock. I started to throw a rod looking at him, wondering at the same time what his reaction would be. I was delighted when he reached over, cupped my balls, and gave them a squeeze."Like what you see?" he asked."Who wouldn't?" I rasped."Well, not everybody goes both ways. We do." He shot a glance up in the direction of the bedroom. "What about your wife?" She's as.