In a special way.”“Yes,” said Mr. Simple, “I could tell that. He seems very skilled at ... pleasing you.”I giggled inside. This seemed to be...headed right where I wanted it. I’d talk dirty to this horny old man for a while. That might change his mood a little.“Mr. Simple...” I said. “I trust you. I feel like I can discuss this stuff with you ... stuff like this.”“Yes, my dear,” he said, and I giggled to myself again. A moment ago he was going to fire me, and now I’m his dear. “I was young, once.. Sian laid on top of me, and we kissed, cuddled and rubbed chests until she said she was ready.My cock, now named Gustav by Sian, was ready to go, and as she got up on to her knees and lowered herself onto him, he went where he was supposed to go.But it still didn't quite work; Gustav was bent to the point where I was really uncomfortable, and any movement by Sian was painful for me, and so we stopped.Then we heard Sian's flatmate Vee making the tea, so we snuggled back down again under the. Sex was another domestic routine, a chore for his horny rush. I didn't care. It was duty booty. I accepted his need, was pleased he wanted me, was happy to give it but just didn’t feel sexy. If aroused I had to get mine on top first but usually was too tired and laid back and let him have it, pleased he wanted it.As the kids grew out of diapers and choo-choo train baby talk ended, however, we began to emerge from our marriage shell and rejoin peers, at least on weekends. Most were still single,. . she goes to MY MANTOOL stores, "To save you a trip."The second set of dish instructions produced the same result ... sorta. I followed her DEMANDS to the letter, again. "That's not how I told you to do the dishes!" completely eliminating please, thank you and the magic word "asked" none of which wordswitches were featured in the second set of "DISH RULES."MomdayTuesday came by a third time. A new set of dish rules but this time the dishes have been left since Sunday, when we had La-gag-ya,.