“Mr Watkins, I’m sorry about that. These things happen. Now, what was it you were looking for in terms of a painting?” She covers her surprise w...ll. I sweep away the rest of the broken frame and keep out of sight of the two of them as they move around the gallery. It isn’t until they get around the other side of the middle partition that I feel safe enough to make a dash for the back office with the salvaged print. I close the door behind me and breathe deeply, leaning heavily against the. I'll have some more of that he said. He asked me if he could stay the night, no problem I replied but what about your Mrs, I'll text her and say I'm doing a double shift he said.Graham went off to have a shower and I joined him and seeing that I've got a wet room it kind of turned into a lot more fun than I expected. I soaped Graham up and he did the same to me, our cocks didn't stay limp for long as the shower turned into soapy foreplay.We dried off and went back to the bedroom, it was Grahams. "So, what do you do for sex"? I smiled.He told me that every now and again he jacks his cock but that's it, he hadn't done that in a month.We drained our beers and I got 2 more.So, does your cock still get hard? I asked innocently.He almost bragged that it got stiff regularly but with no wife he let it go down by itself."You've been married twice"? he had."You telling me the only women you had sex with was your wives?".He had. "You only had sex with 2 people in your life"?. Yep."Is it true. ’ Bobby’s mother shook her head and poured some milk on her cereal. ‘What have you got planned for today, Bobby?’ ‘I’ve got to mow the grass, remember?’ he said. ‘It’s growing pretty fast.’ ‘I saw that,’ his mother said. ‘I’m glad you noticed, too. I know you’ve been busy, but…’ After breakfast was finished and the dishes were cleaned up, Bobby’s mother left to do her errands. Bobby went out to the garage, got out the mower, and started mowing. He’d been at it a little while when Lana came out.