Our typical gym nights always ended the same way, with us tearing our clothes off as soon as we entered our home and sharing a hot, steamy shower toge...her before practically devouring each other in our king-size bed. As much as I enjoyed her taste and smell anytime, my wife drew me like a starving man to a banquet when we were both fresh from the shower. Something about being so clean always made me feel like doing something very dirty!On this particular night, after reaching her first orgasm. We'll have to make do as long as we can. Clearly, however, we need a base of operations. I think that colony idea has some merit. We may find a tanker drifting somewhere filled with fuel oil for the Diana? Perhaps a sailing vessel may be more practical? We will need to cross our bridges as we come to them." Sailing? Who knows how to sail a boat?" I do. A ketch, perhaps, but the principle's the same. Find me a sailing ship, Fedyunsky, and I will sail it. A following breeze and fair weather,. I just dropped to my knees in front of him, unzipped his fly, pullled out his cock and started sucking him off.' I felt myself getting ready to cum but I knew she came home without panties so I tried to hold for the rest of the story. 'I kept looking up at as I sucked his cock', she continued, 'he was looking like the cat that got the cheese, grinning like a fool. I lifted his cock so I could suck and lick on his balls. He said I had never done that to him before and I told him he had you to. “So you don’t come on to him?” he asked, “Serve dinner wearing just an apron with a dildo and a butt plug up inside you?”“Dr Richardson!” she squealed in protest, “Of course not!”.“Well why he fuck not?” he asked.“Dr Richardson, That’s disgusting!” she protested.“Well no wonder he gets pissed,” he sighed, “I’m surprised he’s still with you.”“Er, Dr Richardson, he left, last week, he walked out, we had a row.” she said.“Right,” he replied, “How’d you piss him off?”“I wanted to see my mom, Dr.