She made me stand directly infront of her, put my hands on my hips, and bend forward at the waist.That put my bust within easy reach.She asked Tyra, "...re her nipples sensitive? Is it okay if I test them?" They're more receptive than mine," my wife assured her. "And I'm sureshe'd love to have you play with them. She's such a slut."Annie reached up to capture the ends of my boobs between her forefingersand thumbs. She rolled them gently, sending waves of stimulation throughme. I moaned in. .. Sarah(my best friend)and my other friends and i went to Manchester for a long weekend to have a girls night out,it was nothing special just to let our hair down..we booked a hotel Sarah and i always share so we got all our things together and put in one case to save carrying loads,,in the case i put my black dildo with out her seeing it,just to see what she would say when we got there..we got to our hotel and as we unpacked our gear Sarah pulled my 12inch black dildo out,what the fuck is. ‘Annie, we have to remember that neither of us are the same persons we were four years ago. We’ve both had a lot of experiences, both good and bad, that have changed us. I learned my lesson with Jean. I don’t want to jump into anything. Anne flushed at my reminder of my aborted relationship. It was a good reminder to me, that she had issues to deal with, too. ‘See,’ I continued, gesturing at her reaction. ‘It’s not just me. This isn’t just a case of my getting past your affair. You’ve got to. Sympathy has its uses, but only when someone has died. I was alive, not the centre of a thriving enterprise anymore perhaps, but alive all the same. So was my son. In desperation, I called my sister. She had a car, I remembered, I also remembered it was a battered old Escort. Perfect! She dished out sympathy at first and then, agreed to allow me to borrow her car, I could pick it up tomorrow, Saturday, brilliant! She would even bring it over ‘cos I’m spending the weekend with Dave. I didn’t ask.