She couldn't do that if all she kissed was his cheek.She had no choice though, at least not at first. Her lips pressed to his cheek. His beard was in ...he way, but it was soft."MMMMM," she buzzed loudly. At the same time her left hand went up and cupped his chin, with her fingers on his right cheek. She pressed with her fingers, and was suddenly kissing the corner of his mouth. His moustache was tickling her nose. "MMMMMM," she buzzed again. It sounded like she was trying out for a soup. I’m no Hemingway but it pays the bills.”“Man, that’s what I want to do, be a writer.”“Just stick with it. It takes some time, but it’s a mostly great life. What do you write?”“Right now, just some stories and shit, you know.”“That’s a start. If you like, I’ll read some of it and give you some pointers.”“Really? That would be great!”“Tell you what.” I looked at my watch. “What time do you get off?”“Five.”“Okay, why don’t you run home and get your stories and come over to my place around six.. From the first day, your life changes in expected and unexpected ways. No more grabbing your purse and heading out the door. You almost have to have a checklist even if you were only going to the store. There are times that by the time I've found and restocked the diaper bag, changed the diaper a final time after just having changed it, finding the baby's coat somehow under the bed, putting her in the car seat, I've been so tired I just took her back in the house and collapsed."Jimmie and I. You just get your energy back and enjoy." How could I say no? I sat at the edge of the bed my wife had vacated, and was excited to note the wet spot where she had gotten off watching me fuck our new servant. I put my hands behind my head, not wanting to play with myself while I watched. If I did, I'd have less energy to toy with their bodies more later. Sam moved back and forth, now, which caused their clits to rub together as well as their nipples, and my wife's eyes rolled back in her head..