Then Fern changed jobs, and became the editor for Lace, a woman’s magazine. She was so engrossed in her work that she saw less and less of Ron. Her ...ork had consumed her, and slowly she had begun neglecting her relationship with him. Often arriving home late and exhausted from work, when in bed Ron had begun trying to make love with her, she had said, ‘Not tonight darling, I’m too tired.’ She wished she could go back in time and put it right somehow, but she knew that she couldn’t. This. " She said, after about 15 minutes."What? Why?" I hated giving people massages; a fact that Sarah knew but always chose to ignore."Because I'm sore from the game." Sore? We were playing two-hand touch!" Yeah, well someone should teach you how that rule works, Mr. two-hand shove! You kept slamming your palms into my back!"I didn't move."Please?" She asked, moving on top of me and staring me down with those deep brown eyes." No. I'm tired." Please?" She tried again, this time leaning in, brushing. Although I was about 2 inches longer, it was much thicker. She told me that I’d have to take care of myself once Owen goes to sleep, and then we can finish up once I get back. Or if you can hold it, that would be even better. I was still sitting there in silence, confused, shocked, happy. I didn’t know what to think as she put the dildo in her drawer and finished getting dressed. She sat on the bed next to me and asked me to put on her heels for her. As I was putting them on, I looked up her. I want to do something before I go, something sweet, you are so nice, I think you will like this." "Oh?" I want to unbutton your pants and get your dick out. I love to do that part. That is sexier than if you just pull it out. When I do it, it feels so big to me. I want you to show it to me, all big and sexy and stuff, tell me about what you want and Tom, I want to suck it, but I want to jack you off, can I do that? I just love to do that, watch your face when you get all excited, and kiss you.