Mira's Comfort

That night, Mira crawled into bed with Douglas. He was still fretting about what happened with Jordan.

"What's wrong, baby?" Mira said, nibbling Douglas's earlobe.

"Umm, I watched TV with Jordan today," Douglas said absentmindedly.

"And that's a bad thing?" Mira asked.

"Well, no, not that part. He was rubbing my ass, Mira. And he was sweet talking me." Mira laughed. Douglas looked confused.

"You're on a journey, baby. Jordan's a handsome man. Lots of people in your position would love a strong, handsome man like Jordan around."

"Yeah, but ..."

"But what, baby? You suck my cock. You let me fuck you. Just cause I wear panties, its good, and because he wears boxers, its bad? You've got to get out of this," she said, tapping his head. "And you need to plug yourself into this. Why don't you have lunch with him tomorrow, and think with your these," she said, tapping his chest, and butt, and cock. She tugged him close, as if he were an infant and she was the mother, and he fell asleep on her breast, feeling at least some comfort.