I loved sucking you. You know that. But, I am excited to touch your new parts."I watch as she handles my cock and leans down to plant a gentle kiss on...its tip. Seeing this, I suddenly feel a twinge of sadness."Hey Carrie, if you don't mind, could I have a few minutes alone." Sure, babe. I will be back before they wheel you into surgery," she says, leaning over to kiss my lips.I smile at her and after she walks out the door, a tear rolls down my cheek. Don't get me wrong. I am not regretting my. I wasn’t that interested in driving into the city centre and trying to park just to go to a party where I couldn’t drink and those around drank copiously and quickly stopped making sense. Public transport wasn’t really an option as it took a couple of hours to get home after midnight and a taxi was out of the question. I know what you are thinking by now and I agree, I was an arse-hole who failed to even try and understand the very partner I professed undying love for. Things got worse though.. Stanley would never know anyway.*A few days later.Mrs Wild answered the door but knew who it was.“Hi, I’ve got a meeting with Howard,” Denise said.“Oh, I see… Denise is it?” Mrs Wild said.“Yes, that’s right.”“Oh, please do take a seat, I will go and let Howard know you are here.”Denise sat down in the reception area.The place was much better than the last time she was here. In fact, it had several extensions since then, and grounds with beautiful landscaped gardens. Maybe, Howard was doing. I had the my house on a quiet street off the base prepared for family life.Jen and I had a tempetuous relationship, but the sex was awesome. My decision to stay with her no doubt considered the hot fucking was a reasonable trade-off to balance out Jen's outbursts. I decided after some amateur research into psychology, Jen had borderline personality disorder, for which neither therapy nor medication were very successful in treating per the literature.We had met earlier in our careers when Mikey.