“Nothing, My Treasure. I just worry for you. That you are not resting enough.” Alina could tell that Corina was hiding something, but her mind wa... too full to even begin trying to unravel the secrets her companion might be concealing. She desperately wanted to pry the truth from Corina but she knew how stubborn the old woman could be and didn’t have the energy to try. Instead, she reached forward and gave Corina’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’m fine, Corina. Really.” She smiled gently at her. Just the cock didn’t for whatever reason I couldn’t fathom in my tipsy state.I guessed I was learning the ‘how to be a happy husband’ trick.Breakfast didn’t go quite to plan on my birthday.I noticed that Dale was sullen and the fury coming from Sony, who was sitting at another table, was palpable. It seemed to me as if she was surrounded by a cloud of gnats. Bea, my breakfast date, whispered that Dale didn’t come home the night before.Oops! Dale had found something that interested him more the. I told him about our small art gallery and used furniture shop. He worked around to the subject but I knew exactly what he was doing. He finally asked if I knew if she had a good deal on some pictures to decorate his apartment. I said Sherry would be totally able to accommodate him and gave him the address. He just nodded and I knew he was going to take a look tomorrow on Saturday. And he wasn’t going to be looking for pictures. We continued while the game was on, and during the chat I inserted. “Yes! This is torture.” I replied.“At least you got to cum.” He said.“Well, here is something to think for now.” I said before taking a picture of my tits to send it to his phone.I left my room to head back downstairs before an idea popped into my head. I remembered all the times I jerked off a boyfriend under a blanket with my dad in the room when I was a teenager. I was a longshot but the very least I can use it to hide my texting. I grabbed a nice heavy blanket t and headed back downstairs.