”“I know, and I’ll be as close as you let me Dale, I too will need more from you. Just think though, in a year or two, we will have grand kids t... visit and to bring here to see us when we get old.”“You’re never gonna get old Margaret, you still look as young and pretty as you did when we first got married and I took you away from your parents to live here with me.”“I will get older Dale, as you will. We will just have to make up for the loss of our daughters with love for one another, you think. Hey – no one loses, do they? I know some of the girls aren't exactly willing, but if they don't bring in the money, they get hurt, right? I get relief, they get some money ... how is there a problem? That's what I told myself, anyway.So, there I was, on my way north on the M1 one morning in February; pulled off to use the facilities and get some coffee. Suitably refreshed, I set off again. Exiting some service areas can be a bit of a mission, as they say. I was on the exit road when I saw a. I started to gently stroke his hard cock with my hand, running my thumb over the tip as my hand moved upwards. He started to groan and pulled down my top to expose my breast, pinching my nipple in excitement as I worked my hand up and down his shaft. his hips started moving, making his cock thrust in my hand and I opened my mouth and slipped him inside. I started to suck firmly, running my tongue around the head and stroking his balls with my wet hand. I was so turned on by this point that I. That was the day, working alone in my Donegal cottage, I got the visit. We bought this cottage to ‘get away from it all’. Unfortunately a few months later my wife decided to get away from me too so now I had a house in the UK and one in Donegal, two grown up children who regarded anywhere not London as nowhere, a wife who preferred her Samba teacher and an old BSA A50 motorbike that didn’t go. I work from home a lot, and working from home, from Donegal was ideal sometimes.There was a knock at.