I never been a big fan of exercise, but I learned a while back that when my body goes south my mind kinda follows it, so I went at it a mite hard. By ...the time I was home I knew how I was gonna play it. Older, wiser, a tad wary. Not cynical, please note, nor bitter: my view, that tends to turn women off some, but bruised and skeptical just cries out for understanding.Couldn't go stand in my front window, case she thought I was waiting for her, so I sat in the kitchen and practiced smart dialog.. This is Part 1 of a multi-part series. Give it time to heat up. This is a work of fiction where I have taken some historic liberties and a few suggestions from the woman who has been married to me for almost the same amount of time as has Bobbi and Joshua. The Past – Part 1: 1972 While my given name is Roberta, I haven’t been called by that name since I was four. I’ve always answered to Bobbi. A dark haired girl on a medium frame, I was fairly typical except for one thing…my tits. My tits. She was bent forward at the waist and had her hands on the arms of a chair. Sitting in the chair was my best man and Mona was sucking his cock the way a cock is supposed to be sucked – no hands, just mouth. I watched as she sucked him to completion. I could tell when he came because I saw white stuff leaking out of the corners of her mouth. I was beside myself with lust. The really strange thing about this was that during our six-week courtship Mona and I had done nothing except for some very. ”“Are you okay?” I asked.“No, not really,” she told me.“Me, neither.”“We can’t do this. It’s too hard. You have to promise me you won’t call me unless it is an emergency or something big.”“So, if I win State I can call you?”“Yes, that would be okay. When I get to England, and get a new phone, I’ll give the number to your Mom. She won’t give it to you unless she approves. That should keep you from calling me,” she told me.“You forget, I’m a resourceful little shit if I want to be,” I teased.