Hearing that, I laughed and said, “Men are like that. Sometimes we are silly.”“Not all men. You are not silly. You are a gentleman. I have never...seen you react like a loser in this past one month. You are so calm and you treat the lady like how one should treat.” I smiled at her as I realized that she likes me. I liked her too but not like fuck-the-hell-out-of-her like rather it was normal fondness towards someone I was so comfortable with.One weekend, I took her to an English movie. There was. “Occupation?”“No, just here for a few days.”As the coffin was being lowered into the ground at a Parking Officer’s funeral, a voice from insidescreams: “I’m not dead, I’m not dead. Let me out!”The Vicar smiles, leans forward, sucking air through his teeth and mutters, “Too late, mate, the paperwork’s already done.”I spent a couple of hours defrosting the fridge last night.Or “foreplay” as she likes to call it.After both suffering from depression for a while, me and the missus were going to. “You taste so good, Mommy,” he groaned.“Good,” I panted, my heart thudding so fast and hard. “Oh, wow, that's amazing. Mommy loves what you're doing.”He thrust his tongue into my pussy. I loved his bold confidence. He was getting more and more skilled about pleasing my twat. He would make his wife so happy when he married. I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering who it would be.She needed to be perfect. Submissive, like me. Someone who would attend to his every need. My son deserved the best.His. Marily opened the door for her, tried to smile and wondered if she knew that she had hoped it was Peter. She did."It's just me. Wipe the disappointment off your face, lovely, and let's have some coffee. I've been out laying the groundwork for Fred he's very cute, Marily, I don't think that you appreciate that fact and the fact that all men, every last one of them have the potential of becoming good lovers and husbands and they just have to be taught can we have a bite of lunch if you have.