I mean ... maybe ... ride Oscar and leave the van here? Have an extra night here?”Perhaps surprisingly, I hadn’t thought of that. I’d been fixat...d on moving on from where we were. “That’d work,” I said. “Spend longer there, if you like, or spend time in Keswick. If the weather is fit, of course. It’s not much fun riding a motorbike in the rain.”Showers, separated by a single game of chess – I won, but she was by no means a pushover having beaten me twice last time – and to bed. The one thing I. At 3 am most is dead, I call and door is open when I get there. Rose in a robe smiles. Glad you stopped by and can I get you something? Sure, something cold and that robe off. I take off gun belt and my bullet vest and shirt. In her room I remove the remainder as she lays back rubbing her self. Walk to the bed and on my knees, she swallows my cock. Its not hard but it feels so nice. I have not had sex in weeks and its time. As it grows she can no longer swallow the loaf, but does a nice job on. But I was less prepared for the direct question which Em herself slipped in to the conversation later on in the day, bearing in mind that in previous months we had mutually agreed to stay clear of the ‘M’ word: How does this compare to your wedding all those years ago? Em asked me, casually. I answered on merit. Smaller, less formal and more family-orientated. Ours was church, this was registry office, this a small local venue within a tight budget, ours a lavish country-house reception. My. Dreading an open hand across my cheek, I was thrilled when she grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard with the taste of her sex still on my lips. We licked our juices off my lips and tongue. Did I mention that Liz loved sex LOL? I would find out over the next few moments just how much! Without a word, Liz grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, and dropped to her knees. As she undid my pants, I wondered where I should send in the application for my luckiest man alive award? Liz pulled.