We speak almost daily via emails, chat and webcam. One of our rules is that I am to send Sir Rube a lovely photo of myself every day. There was one pa...ticular Tuesday where I simply did not feel like sending the photo. And I figured I would deal with the consequences. Perhaps he would send me a stern IM or even yell at me via our webcam. Whatever. I can deal with that. Sir Rube asked me where his picture was and I responded that he would not be getting one today. Again, in a calm voice, Sir. Gut sicherlich hatte ich die eine oder andere Frau in meinem Bett, aber auch dies ist schon gefühlte tausend Jahre her.So ging das mehrere Wochen mit den Nachbarn und es störte mich zunehmen. Eines Nachmittags traf ich mich dann wieder mit Lari, wie ich sie liebevoll nannte, auf einen Kaffee in unserer Lieblings Eisdiele. Wir unterhielten uns wie immer über Gott und die Welt und sie erzählte mir von ihrem letzten Stecher Carlo. Immer mehr ging das Thema in die sexuelle Richtung, was bei uns. “God, yes ... and I can’t wait for your mother to get hers with the program. We can be sisters in buggery! By the way, I love how Morgan took it up the butt and Mom sucked you clean straight from her tush. I also love how Marty screwed me missionary-style and he came so fast when I talked about him putting a baby in me. I love how nervous he was about possibly knocking me up, not knowing that you’ve already done the job.“You know what we should do next? Convince Marty to let you breed his wife. Her lithe flexibility was put to frequent use. It quickly became clear that the more contorted her body, the weaker her will. She beamed with ardour when, hanging over her, I deliberated over which of her bodily cavities to insert myself. At times I put the decision (literally) into her hands, the result being that she would greedily stuff me into her hole of choice.With no intention of being disrespectful, her moans would not be out of place slipping from out of the mouths of the most seasoned.