That's a very general insight into our lives. Recently, we had a few encounters.Steve loves me having phone sex with other guys while he licks me out,...they never know he's there, they just think I'm playing. But one day while we were doing this, the guy on the other end of the phone really wanted to come round and fuck me, and he only lived 10 minutes away. I told him he could come here as long as he kept me up all night, Steve looked up at me and smiled. Then I told him I'd see him in a minute. "Do it, Dave," she hissed, "Fucking do it."I spanked her again and made her cheeks quiver like jelly, she moaned in Mickey's mouth as Mickey started to spasm."Yes, again Dave, one more darling please just one more."THWACK.It was a good one, drawing a scream from her mouth and just for good measure, I gave her one last slap. The timing was perfect, she let out a long drawn out sigh, and I felt the shock of her climax almost as if it had been mine!Mickey had climaxed too, but somewhat less. Such a young girl, yet so obviously self-assured and in control. She had played me like a wide-eyed school boy her own age . . . instead of one of her teachers, and a man ten years older! I wasn't sure what this would all lead to, but right now I couldn't even think about it. I struggled to pull myself together, but on my wobbly legs . . . I just couldn't do it. So I stumbled into the other room. It was really the. That fateful morning, Bob made Ida a bouquet of gray roses from old newspapers and when he made her tea, he gave her the last cookie. He fashioned a handmade card from a folded piece of cardboard and in scribbled writing from his shaking hand, signed it, ‘I love you, Sweets, Bob.’ ‘Honey, turn up the heat. I’m cold,’ she said curling herself up in a tight ball. ‘I’ll get you another sweater, Sweets.’ ‘I am already wearing two.’ ‘Here is a blanket and if we sit closer together we will warm one.