I've never married. No husband should have to put up with the hours that I honestly put in at the office, nor with my constant search for the perfect ...cock. Now I think I've found it, but my Richard knows me well enough to accept the fact that I'm liable to keep looking.He and I speak almost every day, almost like an old married couple. 'How was your day? What are you doing now? Etc. We don't do any of that 'What are you wearing?' shit. Not yet anyway. All this is thanks to the invention of the. It’s at least civil now. We went back to court and she got her hands slapped by the judge so at least she’s playing by the published rules. And you don’t need to hear any more of this.’ ‘Do you still love her?’ ‘I don’t love her…the more vexing issue is whether I ever did…dumb marriage…I was lonely, just back from overseas, she was needy…let’s not do this?’ … beyond the emptiness… Emptiness…his life was pretty damn empty. He dearly loved his children…adored them…doted on them and he was losing. This got especially difficult however when his father’s groaned increased in volume, and he knew with absolute certainty that he was cumming.“AHhh…..ghhhgaaaa…” he groaned, squirming on the sofa. “Fuck that was good.”Abbie moved off of Gareth, and climbed up onto him. She sat on his lap, his softening cock rubbing against her ass cheeks while he looked over at Dylan.“Having fun there, son?” Gareth asked.“Yeah…” Dylan moaned.“I’m surprised you lasted longer than me. I suppose 12 years without. As she plunged over the crest, we kissed deeply and passionately. As she sat back up over me, the dampness between her legs showed through her red thong and also glistened on my fullness. I longed to touch her, hold her, caress her, but that was for another time.As Siobahn caught her breath and regained some composure, I was made aware of what she was calling the "magnum opus." My iron-hard tumescence was yearning for relief. I was amazed that I hadn't let loose during our foray. It was.