But still, I won’t say I was unsatisfied. Or at least that was what I believed till this incident happened.After almost a year of our marriage, I mi...sed my periods. I did pregnancy test. It was negative. Then I consulted a doctor who lived in our building. He referred me to a gynecologists Dr Cyrus Bombaywalla and gave me his clinic phone number. Then I called the clinic for an appointment. The receptionist offered me an appointment at 3.30 pm. She asked me to reach the clinic on or before 3. I started to get hard again. My cock slowly sprang back to life and Sara noticed. “Ummm….I see some parts of you are getting very excited about this little idea we concocted.”Sara rubbed my chest and pulled up and began to suck on one of my nipples. Her hand touched my cock and then played with my balls. The caress of her hand, the warmth of her mouth against my chest was almost too much to handle. I looked at Sara and her deep blue eyes. She smiled warmly, then closed her eyes and moved. She was always about the job at work, but here she was sharing stories, she was real, not the fantasy that filled my fevered nights. My heart thumped as I admired her beautiful sun streaked hair. I reached up and ran my fingers through my own dark blond hair. I felt alive, and excited to be so close to Jill.‘If you don’t mind lets open one of these bottles of company wine,” Jill laughed a throaty laugh. She chose a bottle from the refrigerator and found the cork screw. Bracing the bottle. Scott took a notebook from his backpack and started to inventory parts. He unwrapped each item and tried to lay it out in an organized fashion. It was all there, from what he could tell, a complete motorcycle. All he had to do was to put it back together and get it running. This was going to be a huge job.Starting a new page he began writing down all the things that he was going to have to replace. The rubber grips on the pegs, kick starter, and handlebars had all dried and rotted. He needed.