I know Kirsty had been all over me but that was because she wanted me as a boyfriend. The other three hadn't been any less demonstrative and I'd just ...et it happen.Does that mean that Liz was available?I shook my head; that was something I'd have to think about after I'd spoken to Kirsty. The last thing I wanted to do at this stage was shove a spanner into our relationship before it had even started.And talking of the girl of my dreams I'd better get a move on if I was going to ask her out. My reddened cheeks came as a result of her baby latched onto the most perfect swell of B-cup I had ever seen in my life. I immediately turned and quietly went back to the kitchen. When I came back with the omelette and some toast (I always keep a spare loaf in the freezer), she was changing the baby. ‘Can I heat some water for Angela’s milk please mister?’ What a stupid idiot. I hadn’t thought to tell her who I was, or ask for their names. ‘I’ve boiled the kettle for tea or coffee for us. Tell. And for a traditional, Modern Orthodox Jewish husband, this is a real jolt to my system, you know. It’s like, how did I become this sex-obsessed, constantly masturbating, constantly horny bastard?“At the same time, you’re turning into a wildcat in bed, and this should have meshed, but I’m wondering what happened to us, and half of me is afraid that we’d turn into some crazy swinger couple or something like that! Plus, it’s just not me to be this addicted to sex! Part of me is thinking that. ’ ‘You really think I give first class head?’ She playfully grinned while reaching over and grabbing my crotch. God, she was too much. It’s probably why her husband who was a good 30 years older than her fell for her ‘I need a sugar daddy’ act. ‘Okay.’ I said. I acted like I wanted to shove her hand away from my now spent balls, but I didn’t make a very valiant effort. Her hand on my flaccid crotch felt good. Hell, I admit it. I enjoyed the fact that this gorgeous woman was willing to play with.