Second, because I got in an argument with some kid named Travis. We were playing baseball, and one of my teammates, Sara, had run to the second base. ...It couldnt be decided if she was safe or not, so, naturally, we MEN had to decide (that was just a joke. Im not sexist). We kept yelling back and forth, Safe! Out! Safe! Out! but as we all know, that didnt solve anything. We were both assigned detention In about a week. Oh well. I thought about the days events as I walked home when something. All I knew was that we were still at the curb. I still hadn't managed to start the car. Shadows of guys carrying instruments to further cars kept flashing past the windows as my wife made me come in her mouth.She kept me in there as I melted, getting every last drop. When she let me go, she still hovered, doing this thing she sometimes does. She took several long swallows, and then she huffed a couple breaths in and out, deeply and quickly. The exhales were aimed directly at my softness, and. .. hhhhaaahhhh... nooo... oowwwww!”Quentin groaned and gasped as he jetted... hearing Melissa whimpering as she jerked and squirmed in the fierceness of her own orgasm.It was good... oh so very good... Both of them were breathing heavily as Melissa slumped down upon Quentin. “Lovely,” she sighed.“Mmmm... yes,” said Quentin, patting the soft-warm bottom which, in former days, he had so often made squirm for very different reasons. Never again though. Those days were over. Melissa was his wife.. While I showered and changed into a new pair of jeans and a t-shirt Linda cooked up a delicious steak dinner for us. we went through 2 bottles of red wine with dinner and were both pretty buzzed. I helped her with the dishes, copping an occasional feel. Around 7pm we settled down on the couch, Linda opened another bottle of wine and I will never forget the movie that we watched, she put on the Birdcage, with Robin Williams. I remember that the movie was better than I thought it would be and we.