” Walter began his story, “I married my wife Robyn when I was just out of college. We were in love and I loved fucking her with her large breasts ...nd long legs. When we married we would fuck every month when she was ovulating but after giving birth to our second c***d she cut back the sex to twice a year; my birthday and our anniversary. Then about five years ago she stopped letting me penetrate her and would just let me eat her out while she used a vibrator. Then I had my fiftieth birthday. When we got there she put her son in the bed room and gave him a snack. She put on the TV and closed the door. Then she ask me if I would mind just giving her a toss in the bed before I left. Its had been nearly three years and I looked like I thrill to her. She said she would make it worth my time. I said I had another to pick up, and then she said let me show you the goodies, and with in a second she was standing there totally nude. She had a nice body and not a bad looking woman for her age.. She read Still Life with Woodpecker. She typed messages into her phone one-handed without looking. She might have been transcribing the book for all I could tell.Andi turned away from her conversation with the barista and held out a cup of coffee for me. Hot, strong, and black. Cali was right beside her, sipping something that looked sweet and chocolaty with a big dollop of whipped cream on top.“Finally,” Cali declared. “Let’s go!”Andi smiled and greeted me. “She’s kind of excited about the. ”“You mean like artistic muses? It’s feasible. I’ve always heard artistic types have a higher incidence of mental illnesses. It would make sense they cross-pollinate each other, but she only had the one type.”“Maybe she’s too obsessed with her work to attract any others,” Emma guessed.“Hold on,” he said, slowing her down. They began following a middle-aged man with a long face. Phi didn’t say anything further, but seemed to be listening to some inaudible voices. Leaning over, he whispered to.