He said he would be happy to show me them. He lived quite close to me, a couple of bus stops, and one Saturday morning I went round. He was a really ...riendly guy, about 62 or 63, five foot ten, stocky build and balding with mostly grey hair. He was a widower and lived alone and his house reminded me of my own grandparents house, they all seemed to smell the same! He was really friendly and showed me a huge collection of magazines which I really enjoyed seeing. He said I was welcome to come any. I rather liked the add of the "SIR" and was not sure where that was coming from, but I liked it.Once the car was in the garage and the garage door closed, I opened the rear door and offered my wife my hand. She smiled and stood up beside me. She leaned up and kissed me once again and I suddenly felt a new level of intimacy in out relationship. Once we broke the kiss, I patted of on her ass."Of to pee" I said "and to the back bedroom. I'll be up shortly."As my wife weaved a little as she. I put the vibrator into my mouth to wet the head. You’re still jerking your hand faster and faster with your hand.I sit down against the wall. I’m looking at you and slip my vibrator into my wet cunt. My pussy is wet from watching you masturbate. I slowly fuck myself with my vibrator while maintaining eye contact with you. My pussy is very wet while I fuck myself over and over again.“I want you to show me how you come. I want to see you shoot your come and I will come for you.”My vibrator is. The refurb is ticking over. I can take something off your hands. Just give me…”“What I really need is a hug,” Adele said. An internal alarm saw the tears in Adele’s eyes, but also the hope and the desperation. It was dangerous territory but I broke as two tears dropped onto the mound of paperwork.I stood-up and opened my arms.Adele stood-up and she was balling her eyes out before she snuggled up against me. Great anguished sobs wracked her body and I pulled her close, my arms wrapped around her.