But, there were things about him that made it hard to live with him. He was 10 years older than me for one thing. So there was a generational gap betw...en us. The problem with that is that often he felt more like a Dad than a husband. And he also tired easier than me and had more heath problems. He wasn’t too keen on affection either. Well, unless it was on his terms and in his time. He didn’t even like me to touch his thick soft hair. I don’t think that had to do with age. Another thing that. "Just... go... away." she jerked out through gritted teeth. I admired her face. Very nice. Restrained makeup and a simple but expensive hairdo. Late twenties or early thirties, I decided, and lower management, not your average secretary. A touch of class, although perhaps not looking her best right now."Hey, that's not very nice." I smiled. "I only came back to see if I could help. It sounded as if you were maybe having a spot of trouble." I wanted to give her every chance to ask for a. The one for us and the one for the Ladies."Damn look at this, they were sure living high on the hog. Here is a two hundred dollar bottle of champagne on the tab." Let me take care of this one Peter, I can write it off as business expense since we did talk about HH." He had a broad grin on his face. "You take care of our tab here."As soon as we stepped into the foyer Red walked up to me and gave me a light kiss. "Good boy" was all she said and I was happy as a lark that we had decided not to. He was big, uncircumcised, I took him in my mouth, tongued his hole, sucked hard and wanked his shaft, oooh it did feel good, I tried to forger Clare and what she was doing.On our way to find a booth my lover and I passed the one Clare was in, I took a peek, pushing past two other voyeurs. She was on top of one, 69, another fucking her and wanking the third, my dirty bitch of a girlfriend I thought, how could we ever be the same after this?In the next booth I put the thoughts out of my mind as.