Milk and bread. Right. Yes, I wrote it down." I hung up, stopped at the men's room and then rejoined George"You're on, pal. Are you still good for a M...nhattan? Then we have to go!" Jack! Oh, hell, O.K., might as well face the music. It's delightful to have a beautiful woman want you! Who am I to disappoint her?" George ruminated."Good, remind me about the milk and bread, eh?"After a couple more drinks, the phone rang once more. Marge looked at me questioningly."Just left!" I called out."Come on. You have to be the greatest husband in the world. I really mean it! I would put you up against any else and I’m sure you would win.”I was lapping away and could taste the loads as they flowed out of her pussy, onto my tongue and my throat. I briefly lifted my face from her pussy, looked up at her smiling at me and said, “Your pussy is really leaking, it’s coming out like a river, onto my tongue and flowing down my throat, I can barely keep up.” I went back to lapping up her very sloppy pussy.. My partner and I had decided it was time to go bigger with the toys, so we ordered one we liked the look of, it was an 11 inch long and 3 inch wide black dildo, I was so excited and couldn't wait for it to be delivered. He had gone away to work for a few days when the postman arrived with a parcel I knew straight away what it was, so after signing for it I went straight up stairs to open it and have a look at my new big boy and boy was he big at first sight I thought no way is. After the second divorce I headed for Alaska. I dated some local women in my summers up there, but Sherry was the first one who didn’t seem to have a problem with me being gone so much. After she left, I decided that a dog was all the long term company I needed for the time being. If I was the only one making the dishes dirty, it was easy for me to wash them. In the long run I guess losing Sherry was a kind of blessing in disguise, though the lack of sex was tough.I’ve learned that a long road.