I remembered my idea and made a few phone calls while he slept in front of the Telly Tubbies. I needed a car, it didn’t have to be even a good one, ...n fact, and it would be better if it weren’t. Sympathetic friends sympathised, but one by one, found they had commitments that prevented the loaning of a car. Sympathy has its uses, but only when someone has died. I was alive, not the centre of a thriving enterprise anymore perhaps, but alive all the same. So was my son. In desperation, I called my. ? I shouldn?t have to waitfor anything; I want you always eager to serve me.? The first thing on your mind everyday shouldbe ?how can I make Danielle happy??? I nodded in response while listeningintently.? I wasn?t surprised by what shewas saying, this is how I had been treating her for thelast few weeks anyway.? She?d pretty muchtaken the dominant role in our friendship from the beginning.? It dawned on me that every time we went out,it was Danielle?s idea.? If we went tothe cinema, Danielle. “Know what this is,” he asked. I shook my head. “it’s your Mums butt plug, she likes it in her arse.” All the time his finger, was in my arse, it didn’t hurt anymore, then he put another finger in, the juices from my cunt were on it, so it didn’t hurt to much. I knew what he was going to do, but couldn’t stop him, and that thought excited me further. I felt its tip press against my anus, then a stabbing pain as the plug was pushed into my back passage, it hurt, it tore, then the pain was gone,. I heard footsteps up the stairs. They they approached the bed. I felt those wonderful lips of my wife meet mine. A long hot passionate kiss. Our tongues danced and then she released and began to kiss my cheeks, my chin, my neck, my shoulders. A tender open palm slide up and down my chest pausing to tease my nipples. Then I felt her lips near my ear, whispering, "I told you tonight would be special."Then as I continued to feel her hot breath on my neck, I felt a hand on my cock. Her hand, but.