Every Valentine’s Day Mary and I would go out of town and get a room for the night. We would see a movie or play, have a good dinner and a night of ...fantastic, kid-free sex. We never missed a celebration. Even the year before last, when Mary had found out about her illness she still wanted to celebrate. I know it might be hard to believe but up till last year, we still made love on Valentine’s day. It might not have been as good or long as years past but we both made the effort. They got those. She said she was curious to know when he had started raiding her laundry basket and how many times he had taken her knickers out. He told her that he had only been doing it for about nine days and only three times. ( I don't think that's bad going, do you ? Three times in only nine days !! ) He must have really liked what he had found ! Carole says that she then plucked up the courage to ask him not to do it over the next few days, as she was due to come on her period, and she warned him he. "Always so eager to giveme a morning blowjob. Ah."Unable to resist the silent orders imprinted on his mind, hardwired intohis brain, and buried deep in his sex drive, he mouthed that muscle-of-love with unrestrained enthusiasm. He buried his nose in the platinumprong-collar and, with the long manhood fully swallowed, managed to flickthe adjoined scrotum with the end of his tongue. It felt so natural, sosatisfying, so... fulfilling. He was married to The Mocker and his dailytask was to. I found Eileen deep in conversation with Mel and he didn't seem too concerned when I told him I couldn't make dinner that evening but Eileen would. When I discussed it later over lunch Eileen said it might work out better all round -- I could charm Patricia and so long as we had agreed our top figures she felt she actually might do better with the guys on her own. When I said "like the air hostess?"She patted my thigh "I'm quite happy with what I got last night and I'm looking forward to some.