" "Hi Honey, how are you?" (It's funny how he knows when I need him to call me-that connection is there despite the distance.) "I have a bad headache... but nothing I can't cope with", not wanting to sound whiny. (I hate whiny women!) "I read an article that said sex was a good cure for a headache." "Oh, really, and just how do you plan to have sex with me when you're there and I'm here?" "Honestly. Darling, you can be so naive. Haven't you ever heard of phone sex?" "Really, Jack, I might be. James approached the counter, where a fifty year old man was sat down, and reading newspaper. He was the shopkeeper, a fat bald man. He looked friendly though.Now that is not what you see everyday. People here still read newspapers."Hi," James tried talking to the shopkeeper.The shopkeeper was still glued to what he was reading. James was getting annoyed, as he hated being ignored."Excuse me," James started talking a little bit louder.The shopkeeper then started paying attention to James."Oh. Take off your bra and panties, and put on the blouse, skirt and pumps." I knew I was not going to wear this outfit in public, but I saw little harm in modeling it for my husband in the privacy of our bedroom. Since it was his birthday, I decided to be as seductive as possible with my show. "Should I change here, or go into the bathroom?" I asked coyly. "Oh, definitely change here, where I can watch," he responded with a slight edge to his voice. "There are so many things I would like to watch. And in response Rob's back arched and hiscock stiffened even more, driving the tip right into my mouth! I respondedby clamping my lips and tongue firmly around his huge organ and slidingthem up and down its shaft, with my hand still doing its own important jobnear the base. I tried my best to control how fast I went, but Rob - hewas moving his pelvis faster and faster. At that moment I knew thiswouldn't last much longer!"OH MY GOD," Rob called out, and my hand and mouth simultaneously felt.