.the place where he got his cock out and pissed! I wished I could be a fly on the wall - no, on second thoughts, that would be pointless...no, I wante... to be that toilet seat; at least it must have got a few splashes over the years! I looked but it was clean. I sat down and felt slightly sad that it was not still warm from his arse, and I had my piss.While I was pissing my gaze fell on something that made me smile - an unexpected discovery! There was his laundry bin, and it was quite full. I. So as before when we got out of the city traffic I asked "whose house is it his time" Emma said "mine as no ones home until about 8 tonight". There wasn't much conversation on the way to Emma's but they did put some music on. As we arrived at Emma's they reminded me that no one was home until 8, I asked "so what are you girls doing for food then" and Emma replied "mums bringing dinner home for them" by this time had parked on Emma's driveway and the girls were asking me in for a drink, there. Listened to the rushing water begin to fill the bathtub. She lit some candles and sprinkled some scented bath oil into the water. His cock began to grow hard thinking about how exhilarating it would be to wrap the black electrical cord around her slender neck. To literally steal her breath away. He pulled the cord taut in his hands. The time was near. He watched her sling one long leg over the tub, and than the other. She let her body sink into the warm water and closed her eyes. He stood there. He wouldn't even cuddle.Kevin was the end of our romance. Ralph and I still made love, but it was predictable and he was always cautious about the "danger" of my becoming pregnant again. I could not take the pill, but he was careful always to use a condom and usually restricted our lovemaking to days near the tail end of my cycle when I was feeling less amorous. There were no intimate dinners, we never went dancing, nothing that might start something he did not want to finish. Once burned,.