Now, I get to have a chat with her, about life choices, and man choices.”“Honey, you are wrong about one thing. I’m don’t want your pleasure a... much as my own, I want your pleasure more than my own. When you let me know I’m getting you off, it lights my own fuse, and I’m never too far behind you.”The boys careened back into the house, and once I had inspected their work, and pronounced it fit, they were off to visit their friends. Sandra stumbled down the stairs shortly thereafter.. I wanted to prove to her that I still worshiped the ground she walked on, that I still loved her more than life. I sat at my desk and made a list of all the things that occurred to me last night, all the things I wanted to fix. My wife would never have to ask for reassurance of my devotion again. As part of step one, I ran two errands on the way home from work. The first was to a beauty supply store. I enlisted the help of one of the attendants to find a good lotion for my wife. We ended up. I was now wanting to try doing what he had just done with me - but as this toilet was in a very quiet part of the underground car park I had to relieve myself after waiting a good 20-30 minutes.A few weeks passed before I got away from home on my bicycle to another shopping centre where I finally struck gold - a hole drilled between two quiet stalls big enough for my cock to fit through!Now rather than share the many stories about that place, I will share just a few that surface to my mind when. How about we change that?" She asked, her bony old hand slowly typing in the price on the old-timey register. John smiled and decided that if she wanted to take the cover off herself and try and sell it to someone else, he wouldn't mind that at all. "That would be great, thank you." He said with a smile of his own. Just as he agreed the little bell on the register rang and the whole world started to swirl.When John blinked he found that he wasn't standing in the little shop anymore. He was.