For some reason I didn’t mind the taste of my own cum when it was being delivered into my mouth by the big rottweiler, well, along with the feeling ...of her warm underside against my own chest and belly. I threw my arms around her thick neck and nuzzled my face into her muzzle, occasionally feeling her cum-flavored tongue reaching into my mouth, as she continued to lick my face. Even though I’d just shot a big load of cum, my dick stayed bone-hard and it didn’t take long before I. God, she used to give him so much grief about his chronic tardiness back in the day. Such a stickler about time, and here she was now, feeling as though she’d wait another thousand years to see him again. Dumb-ass romantic. ‘Yes, but I know it’s different now when you have kids…your time is not your own, you run on their clock instead.’ His face brightened at her words and they spent the next half-hour sharing funny and touching anecdotes about their children. This was so much easier, she. , aside from working, Jill split her time between Callan and Malcolm. Wednesday nights stayed as one of Jill’s ‘Malcolm nights’, but with me now away on Thursday nights, instead of being in our family home Jill spent Thursday night sleeping over at Callan’s.When we’d gradually morphed into this new schedule, I’d tried to persuade Jill (and through her Malcolm) to switch things around so that I’d see some more of Jill at the weekend. But claiming pressure and busyness at work, both of them held. " "Yeah, me too." "So what happened?" "It's not all of a sudden, if that’s what you mean," Rick said. "I don't know. It's one of those things where little problems pile up and then you have this huge mountain of problems that you can't get out from under." "But everything seemed so cool at Christmas." "I know, and I'm sorry. It wasn't completely an act, but we were trying to keep everything quiet. We were still talking and thinking about what to do. That weekend I told you Amy took her kids to.