But she didn’t stop. She looked a little tired, but she didn’t stop. She kept right on going. I slowed down a bit, not wanting to waste it. She lo...oked at me on occasion, and I gazed at her, making sure she knew from my expression that not only was I happy, I was eager to get my turn. The line moved along a little faster than I thought it would, which was a good thing. I wasn’t used to this, and kept having to stop for fear of just coating the unsuspecting guy in front of me. Finally, I arrived. Hopefully after finishing writing in out and exorcising some of my thoughts on paper, solutions will show themselves.First, how is the relationship with Molly and my kids progressing? MJ and Erin are the most important people in my life and even when they leave the nest, that won’t change. If Molly’s feelings for me are as strong as mine for her, another talk with the kids will be needed. I assumed Erin would be the one keeping an arm’s length from Molly; wrong. I know Molly is making an. As I said at one time to Joyce, alone but not lonely. I heard from various sources that Bev and Burns were having a rocky relationship. Without her ‘stupid meal ticket’, and his wife leaving him, they were finding things fairly tight. I guess the lovey dovey was a one way street, as long as he didn’t have to foot the bill. I don’t know if his employer ever did anything about the video. It didn’t matter anyway, at least to me. I finally let the staff, well Joyce and Lisa anyway, browbeat me into. The need to free his cock, to stroke it was all but overwhelming.Her pussy yearned for her fingers and she yearned to finger it. She must be getting wet. She pulled up on the waistband and peered into the mirror. Yes, there was a wet patch, dark, almost black, betraying her arousal. Her nipples, dark red now and huge told the same story. Big and ugly she thought; big and beautiful he always told her, when he suckled at them. Her vagina clenched and she tightened her thighs in reflex.He crossed.