Some days you just can’t win.At the start of September, I had one event which I was the host of and wasn’t political. The Baltimore Symphony Orche...tra was beginning their fall season at the Meyerhoff. As one of their larger patrons, and the honorary chairman of their fundraising committee (funny how that worked out!) I had the privilege of opening the season up. As President I had missed some years because of scheduling conflicts, but this year I was available. It was a black-tie affair, a real. My next call is to Beck, of course. She answered, “Good morning, Cindy. Since you’re calling me, why don’t you tell me what kind of mischief do you have in mind for today?”I said, “Beck, please, I’m just an innocent little Alabama trailer-park girl. You accuse me unjustly.”“Cindy, you’re anything BUT ‘innocent.’” Laughing, “What’s going on?”“Beck, Doug Smith just called, saying that he needs to retire, and quickly. It’s all about family with him, and I think he’s doing the honorable thing. But. I did not have to worry about my wife she was a very sound sleeper so I licked her and when I finally hit her clit she exploded and filled my mouth with a big flood of sweet pussy juice and pee that I drank down willingly. I kept on licking her till she exploded again and finally she had enough and rolled off and saw my now hard cock and sucked me off again till I filled her mouth again. This went on for a few years until I got divorced. I moved into my own house soon after the divorce and a. I had to be careful because just looking at Maggie and letting my imagination run riot could give me a hard-on. I think that she sometimes noticed the bulge in my jeans, but was discreet enough not to say anything, and I don’t think that she realised that she was the cause of my arousal. It was the 31st of October and we were getting ready for the Guy Fawkes bonfire party on Saturday, which Maggie always held for the local kids in the back field behind the garden centre. The little tradition.