She couldn’t start anything with anyone tonight, but still it was nice to know people wanted to talk to her. Closing it, she closed the email and m...de a tour of facebook, but she really wasn’t into it.She grabbed a book and turned off the computer, then lay down on her bed, covering up as she tried to read the book. Come on Mom, she pleads in her mind, I want some me time right now, as she casually rubs her stomach under the covers as she re reads the same passage over and over again. . But how could I suggest it, what would she think of me, 'I want to eat my come – is that ok with you?'. No, she would dump me straight away. But I made a plan, if I went down on her, covered my mouth with her juices and then worked my way up her body and kissed her, maybe if she tasted her own juices, perhaps, she would do the same to me. So, that evening I opened a bottle of champagne, and when Lynne came home from work I suggested she put on some sexy clothes. "You horny?", she asked, knowing. It’s going to be awful quiet around here, without you.”“I think you’ll manage all right now,” Amber said.“I hope so,” Dexter said.“Do you need me to stay another week?” Amber asked.“No. You’ve got a life to go to and ... well ... I’m just ... I’ll be fine,” Dexter said somewhat at a loss for words.Amber asked, “Are you sure?”“Yeah.”“You’ve got my number?” Amber asked, although she knew he did. She had programmed it into his cell phone, herself.“Yes,” Dexter said.“You’ll give me a call if you. But she never mentioned her sister or Joe in the accompanying notes. I was to hear no more about Joe or Winnie for nigh on eight or nine years. As I went through my early twenties, I had my fair share of girlfriends, I even shacked up with a couple of them, for a while. But by the time I was twenty-nine, I’d become convinced that marriage wasn’t in the cards for me. None of the women that I ever met seemed to match up to the picture that I had in my mind of a wife. Although exactly what that.