I can feel your precum on my tonsils, you are moaning loudly. You look down to me and see that I'm fingering my pussy again. A smirk is coming acros... your face. I look up and see that smile. You llift my chin and and pull me up to kiss me on my lips. I kiss you back, a deep french kiss, your tongue is making love to my tongue. All the while, your hands are loving my tits, massaging and tugging gently on my nipples. I'm still stroking your cock. You lift me up enuf to sit on the table,. I just dont know what to do. Well, how about her doctor. Dear Abby is always recommending people see their doctor when theyre feeling down. She just misses a man being in her life. I think its especially a certain part of a man that she misses the most. If you get my drift. Sex? Bingo, give that man a prize. Yeah, I think Mom is missing a good fuck now and then. Well, she can hire a gigolo, a male prostitute. Women do, Ive heard. Oh, come on, how impersonal is that. Thats a dick, not loving.. This is our playful short hand for me needing to get undressed as well. You gently place yourself in front of me, lowering yourself to your knees, then sitting down on your feet tucked behind you.I stand up from the stuffed chair, standing straight up, my feet only inches from your knees. My gaze looking down at you with the urgent desire to take you now. As I proceed to lift off my own sweater you patently look on. You then smile slightly as I mockingly flex a pec muscle in my chest. I enjoy. And, I never get jealous.....So it was a nice evening, she had to be gone for the weekend, and I took my fishing rod, tent, sleepingbag and some good weed and went into the wild. Of course with my smart phone.The darkness came and I sat by the fire enjoying some slight dizzyness from the weed. It was a nice "happy weed" and I was feeling great!And now, dear reader, I guess you imaginge a wooden princess to appear, for me to fuck? No no....Sitting there, the phone rang. My wife.I answered:* "Hi.