The washrooms at the mall were bereft of cock so I walked a couple of blocks to the library to see if there was any action there. When I entered the w...shroom, there were 2 guys in there. One was standing in front of the right urinal and the other guy was at the left one. The middle urinal was where I headed. Whilst groping for my cock, the guy on the left, left. Whether they had something going on, I do not know. If I cockblocked them, I apologize. Anyway, the guy on my right had his foreskin. The wipers worked overtime.What the heck was going on with Allison?This was the first time since we'd gotten back together that we'd spent any time away without a call. Maybe I should go to Carlsbad and have us spend a little time apart. That most certainly would get her attention. Is that what I wanted? I thought I had her attention. So why had she gone off in a snit and then refused to communicate? I admit I had the upper hand in our relationship since I returned to Tahlequah, but that was. My wife wore her little black dress, the one she saved for nicer occasions like our anniversary dinners, evenings out with her clients, and the more formal parties we attended infrequently. It wasn't extremely short, but fit her well, modestly hugging the curves of her body. The v-neck was just deep enough to show some cleavage, but the row of buttons below it that ran from neckline to waist showed promise, I thought. Maybe she'd leave just one open. But my fantasy was foiled again. She did. Swallowed his spunk, Jack's body shook through the last vestiges of his orgasm as he panted and gasped violently for air. With her tongue Fay licked and sucked on Jack's shaft, dutifully attending to him as collapsed into the bed. Looking at his blotchy, post orgasmic body, she delighted in seeing all the exertion she had put him through. As Jack lie there breathless, Fay withdrew the toy from him as her own fingers sampled her greasy aroused sex again. Knowing she was enflamed again, she would.