I won’t be able to stay long. I have some things I need to do before morning. I want to be on the road very early. ‘No problem, I understand’ tr...ing to sound understanding, but a little disappointed. He was glad that he was able to at least have a little longer with her while they ate. ‘Thanks for dinner and the most wonderful day since I can remember’ Cathy said as she took a step forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking back towards her camp. Patrick stood there until she. "Yes, I . . . I have some panties."A chuckle. "How many pairs and what kind?" Two pairs of . . . purple French cut panties," I mumbled. "I'm not a sissy or a slut." I protested weakly."What would you call a man who willingly gives his mouth and throat for another man's pleasure? Who gets turned on at the thought of his wife being fucked by another man? Hmm? Sounds like a sissy-slut to me." As he said this he rubbed the slippery head of his cock over my cheeks and chin. Never quite letting me. “You,re going to be a daddy again.” “What so soon?” “It only takes one shot and I,m very fertile just now!” Of Course she was right and Christina our daughter arrived two days before Rick was one year old! Sadly seven years later Sarah had to be sterilised because of the health risks if she got “knocked up” again. With the pregnancy risk removed our sex life should have improved, but with two youngsters to raise bills had to be paid and we both had to work myself long hours on Night security. It was intense, I was basically quivering. I start to slowly finger myself. Huffing and puffing trying to keep a steady breath. I must have been going at it for about 5 minutes when I heard a thump outside my window. I jump up fling my window open my pocket knife in hand. And to my surprise I catch a peeping tom dick in hand bent over gasping"What the hell are you doing!?" I scream at him, as he staggers for his words I come to a realization that, he has the one thing in the world I want right.