I saw a brochure at the Gallery. I'll bring one home tomorrow or the next day. We'll broaden our music-going." Rachel looked at me. "Now, why are you ...ranky? Or, why are you nettled today, rather than your customary peevish self?" Now who's being snarky?" Rachel stuck out her tongue at me. "Well, I've been reading historical stuff at the Review. And I hit a group of articles about the colonies in the nineteenth century and the legacy." And?" Well, for instance, Sir John A MacDonald, the father. Why would I?"I looked at Shayla surprised. She continued: "I was angry at him for spending too much on my present", Shayla now turned to me. Her expression as serious as she could hold it. "Happy anniversary hun", she said and kissed me deeply. I could hear the boys gasp as her tongue met my own and her arms slid around my neck. It was heaven for me. Just as I began to return the kiss she broke away quickly. We both looked at the boys whose mouths were wide open. I returned my gaze to Shayla.. I thought that this was rather interesting. As the night ended, we parted ways, but she asked for my number as for she wanted to see me again. No problem. I talked to her the next day, and then I picked her up and we came back to my place. She MADE me fuck her for hours. It was one of the longest sex sessions that I had ever had in my life! We had several follow up encounters in which one time we played a game of chance, and I lost, and she ended up handcuffing me sitting on the sofa, and. They repaired the business, it was healthy now. Jeff and Barbara were not going forget the hard times very soon. Jeff was fifty-four, Barbara fifty-one. He had put on a few pounds, but not many. He looked very much like he had when he and Barbara got married, except that his hair was graying. He really didn’t care about the gray, but kept fighting the battle of the waistline. She felt the signs of menopause approaching. She was not much heavier than her wedding day, perhaps with some slight.