So I published the poem under the pen-name Wendy and sent him an email asking him to keep in touch, and let me know how things were going. And send so...me more poems!I heard nothing more.A year or so later, a reader asked me about "Wendy". My curiosity was piqued. I asked a friend of mind, a computer whizz, if he could find the home address from the email address.He could. It was outside a small fishing port on the coast of East Anglia. I won't say exactly where, but it was a semi-detached right. Anna single for four years after divorce from Sebastian Hagman, a guy I used to see at some sport events. While married to Sebastian she had been known as Monica Hagman, what explained why I didn't knew anything about her when she nowadays used her middle name Anna and her maiden name Johansson.But now I knew a lot about the dear Anna since her time as Monica Hagman. She had been involved in a sex scandal what caused her divorce and much gossip in our town. Her ex, Sebastian Hagman is a skilled. Sometimes I bucked against the Rocker ball, moving my ass back and forth,pulling the dildo almost all the way out before plunging it back insideme in long deep strokes. Sometimes I used shorter strokes, enjoying aquicker pace as I humped against the ball. All the while I slobberedover and sucked the other dildo in my mouth, gagging as I continuedtrying to deep throat it. I was getting it in both ends like a wantonslut and enjoying every depraved minute of it.I swapped hands now and held the. It was up to me to put some romance back into her life as she deserved, all I had to do was come up with a plan. I forgot all about masturbation as I spent the rest of the evening planning some surprises for my wife. I got up early the next morning and left the house to put my plan into action. I stopped by a florist on the other side of town and paid cash for a dozen red roses to be sent to her mother’s house including the following note jotted down for me by the florist. My darling Marjory, I.