As we kissed, I rubbed, tugged and squeezed her breasts, and I could do nothing but coo as she rubbed and grabbed my cock. She wanted a taste of my co...k and I love a woman who loves my cock. Nothing feeds my ego better than a woman wanting my cock, and she was going to keep it well fed. She loved sucking it, playing with it, keeping it hard. There is nothing like a woman sucking and swallowing me, but she wasn’t ready for that, she wanted it to last and last for her own personal enjoyment. We. Like a fool, I just packed my bags and went one day, telling no-one where I was going. I thought that Jonathan would be fine with his little young girlies, let him stew with them – and I went off, out into the world. The life of a housewife was not for me. I moved down to London, got myself a little flat and a day job running errands for a photographic agency. To supplement my income I used to work at a little club, where Id sit in a room and take my clothes off while men put money into slot. Believe it or not, it was a little like the house she had talked about living in as a kid, and Sandra and Greta and I spent a lot of time out there, getting away from it all. Even though it was only a half-hour drive from my place, you felt like you were a thousand miles away, and the kids could run wild in the state forest, having all the fun in the world. We just loved it.My own marriage lasted a little longer than Kelly’s, but after a little over ten years, Sandra told me we had gotten. You don't want them risking their lives just so you can play football do you?"We looked at each other and Robbie waited about fifteen seconds before adding, "Well?" I'm thinking about it," I grumbled."Tony!" I flinched involuntarily and almost said, "Yes, ma'am!" She'd sounded like my mother."I know. No, I don't want anybody getting hurt. But, it's just... I mean it was the last game of the season." It's the last game of the season, On a Friday night at home," she sang in a surprisingly clear.