After a while though, his yawns were becoming more regular and I had to prod him to get into his own bed.“Can't I just stay here tonight, Mum?”“...o, buddy, you move around too much and I don't want you to bump my sunburn.”“Ookaayy.”I waited half an hour before calling Peter. We talked much the way we always had but I felt that something deep and fundamental had changed now and would probably never go back to the way it was. I wondered if he was feeling the same way. He sounded tired and old and. Well I didn't know what to do....should I call and apologize or should I just ignore it and let it go. I decided the latter made more sense.Well as a month went by I couldn't get if off my mind that Gina saw my cock and the more I thought about it the more it turned me on. Then my wife asked me for a favor. She had some dishes that Gina wanted and asked if it was OK for me to take them over to her since Gina's husband was out of town and the boxes were very heavy. Shit. That was the last. As I set the tray down on the coffee table, I could tell that she appreciated the trouble that I had gone to. She was English to the core and afternoon tea was a daily ritual for her. We sipped our coffee quietly; enjoying the rich flavour. Watching her, I could tell by the subtle changes in her expression that she loved each sip. Tamsin often communicated with body language alone. In this as in so many other things, she was unlike any other woman I had ever known. Looking again at her stark. " All right. I'll take all of them back. Shirley and Emily can date whoever they want to. Brenda can too, once we make a baby for Mama to spoil. You can't date though, Joyce, so don't even try to suggest it." You're not giving the group idea a real chance, Kenny. You're making it so it's going to split up." Joyce was angry and frustrated. I had already started realizing how much effort she had been putting into trying to keep everything together while I was gone. Brenda was upset too. Only.