. I think the term is 'desultorily' (I had to look it up in the dictionary), did some washing, swept the patio, cleaned the bath ... get the picture? ...t bed-time, I even took a sleeping tablet ... which sort of worked, meaning I slept until five am, then woke with a slight hangover, a nasty metallic taste in my mouth – and dried tears on my cheeks. Friday was more of the same.Saturday, with more hope than expectation, I took the bus out to Fox House, had coffee at Longshaw, hiked down to Padley. It did more for my headache than the vodka. It was just a few minutes predawn. Usually, this is the coldest part of the day. The outside temperature was at least as warm as the afternoon of my wedding, and sticky. It made for a good workout. My muscles were tight and lacked tone, but some serious stretching reminded them who was boss. I did my no weights routine until the the sun lit the porch under me. That made it time for a shower. Turning back to the house, I decided to check an under-bench. We awoke on the Monday morning to discover that work had indeed now started. Jaq was over the moon to see that the driver of the crane was clearly visible. "Let the fun begin," Jaq muttered. Jaq was up first wearing a lovely little black see-through negligee and black lacy panties.It was still dark and we needed the light on, surely giving the crane driver a perfect view into our apartment. Jaq made the coffee making sure the crane driver could see her at all times. I watched from the bedroom. He wasn't hard yet but it was hanging down his leg. Jeff set on our couch naked. He spread his legs and said, "first you need to learn how to suck dick, have you ever sucked one before?" I quickly said no of course not. He said does your wife suck your dick?" I responded yes. He said good, she can help you.Jeff then told me that I needed to pick up his limp dick with one hand and cup his balls in my other hand which I did. He then told me to run my tongue over the head of his dick until he got.