I loved those two!Julie and Sammi were gone when I got back upstairs. Eric stopped me though."Mr. Phillips, can I talk to you, sir?" he asked politely... Eric was nothing if not polite. How did a fourteen year old boy get that way? If I could bottle it and sell it, I would be a millionaire. Oh wait... I was."Nope. If you want to talk to Mr. Phillips, you'll have to go over to my Dad's house. I'm Patrick, and I don't talk to anyone that calls me 'sir'." Not quite true; the girls called me 'sir'. Put my arms around her with Tim’s, hugged her deeply and nuzzled into her neck and added my words of love.We took a break. Mom excused herself and washed her face and upper chest with water. Returning we sat with our spouses again and I restarted the story. I just started recounting of my time with Marie Friday night and mom was leaning forward watching me, listening intently to my words. I stopped and looked into her eyes, blocking out the guys. I reached my hand out and she took it. I said. In the next worship video there’s a clip from the video She did with the set, and that sets my heart racing as it’s just beyond lovely, as are Her poses in the set, and She laughs as She hears the commentator say “he longs to spunk his pants in front of you”.There’s another bit of commentary relating to what’s happening in the video and my Goddess says “you’re leaking Graham, you’re leaking in your pants!” How does She know?! My head feels like it’s swelling, and I’ve got my legs clamped. Actually recently that hadn’t been so as usual because she been staying in with a really bad cold. I guessed she couldn’t snog in the back of cars or be fucked at young blokes flats or bed sits when she was spluttering and coughing. But clearly she needed sex for she insisted I service her, something that had become a once every couple of weeks task and not the daily enjoyment it had once been. After a cursory exchange of kisses I managed to get her to lie on her side facing away from me. I.