. or something. My balls tightened. I could feel myself getting ready to come. I tried not to clench my butt."I like how you smell," she told me."Uh, ...pike?" I really didn't want to come in front of her."Your balls are real neat. Kinda - compact." She traced her fingers around my balls. "How do you sit down without hurting yourself?" Her other hand slid over the head of my cock and she stroked the underside with her thumb, smearing something wet."Mmm," she murmered "What about a kiss ... just a. It was very tidy with shoes and sandals lined up on a wooden rack along the bottom on the left with shirts, blouses and dresses creating a canopy above them. On the right hung pants, suit coats, jeans skirts and above that a shelf with more tee-shirts, shorts, pajamas folded on a shelf above. A wicker laundry basket was tucked in the corner at the entrance of the closet. Wait… a brief shiny twinkle caught Gaden’s eye, caused by the light bulb hanging from the ceiling as he looked again at the. Ruffled feathery god-knows-whats! No more of those granny undies for her, anymore! Anything for more toothpasty kisses! But nothing seemed to break the spell. He just grew colder, meaner and more distant. SEX — that word became a part of someone else’s life, not hers, as she stayed up nights in her new bedroom and old study trying to think of how to go on. Sometimes, when she was really low, she slept on the warm rug with a blanket, next to the fire, and imagined people who slept on rugs next. I wanted it all to be memorable and let Jayne go wild with the bank card. She bought new underwear, clothes, makeup, perfume…everything she wanted, needed or not. I also confirmed the booking Karl had arranged and added an extra night so that we could come home at our own pace but in the end that wasn’t needed.We we’re exhilarated to say the least and I felt sick with excitement as I packed our case into the Rangerover on the Wednesday morning. Jayne came through the garden looking gorgeous and.