. not even a bloody vase of flowers ... its fucking snowing here every bloody day ... it's freezing ... I have no money ... or prospects ... I have no...sex life ... Christ I haven't got properly laid in months ... do you really want to know if things are going 'baaaadly' daddy?" The words had exploded from my mouth, unbidden, unplanned. Aghast I banged the receiver twice hard against my thigh before bringing it back to my ear. Christ, had I used the word fuck? Had I told my father I hadn't got. In fact she spooned me and we fell asleep. Sunday morning I was up first and I fixed breakfast. The smell of bacon brought my wife in to see what I was up to. We had a quiet meal. neither one saying much. I told her I'd put the deshs in the wash if she wanted to get dressed. I was finishing up the cleanup when she came back in the kitchen. She had on a pair of very tight white denim shorts with a white tank top tucked in them. She had on a white pushup bra under it and had white tennis shoes. Tiffany and I had stole them from her mums beside drawer a few times and played with them. This time I tucked it in my bra. Soon finding out they have more than just one use. Later that evening after we sat down and ate, I collected my toiletries purse. Making sure my new razors and shaving cream were inside, then headed for the ladies shower building across the park. Thinking back to the last time and one of only a few, that I had attempted to shave my privates. My mother always being so. The big guy started cumimg feeding him every drop! As he got the last drop the stud said as he folded his trouser snake back in said hurry up bitch I've got some good pussy waiting for me inside. With that I eased back away from the limo and headed back inside. They came back in a couple of minutes later the cock sucker headed back to the kitchen and the stud back to his table to finish his meal. My wife came over to his table they talked for a few minutes she sat down and his hand went.