In the morning he was up and making me a cup of tea, proudly presenting his erection as he served me in bed in the nude.I finished my tea and got up a...d sat on the edge of the mattress, and beckoned him to stand in front of me, he did so and I relented by giving him a deep mouth blowjob, it was such a satisfying feeling as my husband seed flowed down my throat, and hearing his gasps as he held my head tightly.When I finished I got up to go wash my mouth, "Don't you want something", he asked me?. She was wide open, and when I felt her pussy she was quite wet. I fed my cock into her, and fingered her clit with my upper hand while massaging het tit with my lower. “I am so close already,” she said. She planted her feet flat and moved her pussy back and forth on me. I stopped thrusting as her movements were uneven. She soon had a medium orgasm, then began moving again. “I want another, I need another….” She moved even faster. “Are you almost there?” she asked. “I’m close.” “Stay inside me. So next day she went shopping at lunch time and when she got back from work she emailed to confirm that she now had some and that it was in her bedside table drawer. She went off to shower, and was surprised and rather disappointed not to have an email waiting for her when she returned to her computer. But a few minutes after she sat down an email arrived. She was trembling as she opened it."Dear Brenda,"The fact that you had no anal lubricant in your bedroom confirms my suspicion that you have. A consequence of this peripatetic existence was that she and I had lost touch, mobile phone technology not being then what it is today. However, I recall hearing that she’d had a baby a few months after we parted: I guess Claire was that erstwhile child.“So,” I said, “where’s Arturo? That was his name, wasn’t it?”I’d never met her husband, and there was no wedding ring on Jazz’s finger.She shrugged. “He split, years ago. We were in Catalonia – or maybe it was Tuscany. A very fit young trapeze.