I'd been here for over 23 years, and he for just over 25. Both of his kids were in Sydney, as was Patrick. And Sarah? The CSIRO wanted him at Black Mo...ntain. The Museum wanted me. I was now 54, he was only a bit younger. Here we'd get older and greyer. Should we move? All four of us?I walked in on an over-excited Weena."Patrick called! He spoke with Sarah! My baby's okay!" I spoke to him, too." And she'll call soon! What should I say to her?" 'Hello', might be a good start." I got a bottle out. We repeated this all the way to the bottom of the stairs. All along the way Lynn had the fun of playing with my swinging balls, since I had my left leg on one stair and my right on a lower one.My balls were swinging free and Lynn was drawn to that like a bass to a minnow. Every time I drove into Erin, Lynn squeezed my balls and while reaching around and squeezing Erin’s dreaded left tit and squirting milk all over the entry way floor. I thought for a moment, ‘who is going to clean that up?’ and. Their chemistry lost its intensity and finally they called it a day to their love affair.Now, it was a blessing in disguise for me & a now or never chance, I decided to give it a try. I intensified the number of calls per day to her. Shared the facts, empathized with her. I started spending time with her in going around, shopping, movies.On one similar day we were seeing a movie hate story 3 & all are aware of steamy scenes that the movie contains, I thought it’s the right time to propose and I. ”“Sorry, I was just thirsty.” I tore my eyes away from her.I expected her to cover herself up, but instead she opened the door and reached down inside the refrigerator. Her big breasts swung forward.“I fancied a ham sandwich with mustard, do you want one?”I didn’t particularly, but I was looking for anything to give me a reason to stay!“Hmm, oh, sure Mrs. T.”“Less of the Mrs. T. My name is Val.”“Sure Mrs. T, I mean Val.”She placed the ham and mustard on the countertop and turned to face me, one.