One more thrust, one more burst and it would be over for him. She was beginning to relax around him. She tensed feeling one last burst from him. He wa... breathing slowly. Catching his breath. She felt his breath on her neck as she closed her eyes and laid her cheek against his shoulder. He slid his arms under her, walking her to the steps in the shallow end. She snuggled tightly against him as the night air brushed her bare skin. He walked the deck to her towel. Rubbing it lightly over her skin. I take her out to eat three or four times a year for dinner and dancing.Time passed as it always does and in 1993 Jean got married to a lawyer from Kodak. I was promoted to supervisor to run the digital department for them. I am making real good money but I'm not that happy. I really miss married life with Sara. I had missed it always, even when I was with Jean.The house is finished now but very empty except when the kids come to stay with me. There is a lot of housework and outside work to do.. Some bloke appeared over the fence and told them off, at which they sauntered off giggling. I went to the bedroom at the front of the house, in case they went that way and to my delight they did, so I carried on wanking. They were just milling about, generally being quite naughty, banging on fences etc. then one of them kept lifting her top up and walking about wriggling her arse, which really got me horny. Unbuttoning my shirt I went right up to the window and made it obvious I was wanking. "It tastes metallic and yucky, but I am used to it. Lots of womyn are notgoing to let a small thing like their menstrual cycle get in their way ofgetting pleasured by a sissy. When your horny, your horny. I have had mytongue right in the source of the flow. Usually with the womyn demandingshe can take a picture of my 'bloody goatee' afterwards. My sisters weremaking me 'clean' their tampons for weeks before they got caught by ourmother, who banned it for hygienic reasons.She then takes a maxi.