When Joe and I started our life together it was fine at first. Well it still is. Fine, that is. It's just that I'd like it to be better, more than jus... 'fine'. Maybe part of the problem for me is that he gets really closed off before he goes away on one of his trips. It's like he feels he's already on his way and doesn't want to be confused with stuff from around home. That hurts, because I really want to have a close and loving goodbye each time Joe goes away.Also, we never really found a way. After a couple more years the town finally built a school house close enough that Tom sent his young-uns, and they would read me the letters Jonathan sent to me every couple of months or so. I would say what I wanted to say to Jonathan and Tom’s son would write it down for me and send it off to Washington DC.Now that I was alone in the house, Tom could come see me when he wanted and we would go to my bedroom and get nekkid and fuck. Most times we would just lay together and talk, and it felt. "I can hear the excitement in your voice. You reach up to my belt but you hesitate when you notice my shirt is already gone. You quickly move your face up to look at my chest but then you bow you head down again. Your fingers tremble when you unbuckle the belt. You pull the belt from the loops and fold it in two. You put it on your hands and lift them up to me. Offering me the belt. I take it from your hands. Letting is slide over the palms.You undo the button and pull down the zipper. You open. We grabbed a couple of bowls each and walked back into the lounge to find batman with his pants and tights round his knees and cat woman sucking on his cock, it looked very erotic his white cock in her dark mouth, I coughed to grab there attention and Monica stopped and said oops sorry we didn’t think you’d be back this quick knowing what a randy sod my husband is and gave him an evil look. Paul was looking at me waiting for a reaction, and me and Devon stood there speechless, Monica turned.