..”“Is your husband still alive Iris?” I asked cautiously.There was an uncomfortable silence before she answered. “Ronald was lost at sea over...six months ago Margo.” She replied evenly.“I’m so sorry.” I mumbled awkwardly, my blunder causing me to blush.Iris slid her hand through my arm. It’s OK Margo ... really, she said simply, “Come on! Lets show you the kitchen garden.”Later, in the cool of the library we relaxed into deep cushioned armchairs and with each of us holding a generous glass of. For he was Jack O’Lantern, and on this night, he ruled supreme. ‘On Vomit, on Putrid,’ he called to the bats pulling the pumpkin carriage in which he rode, ‘on Goner, on Shits’n,’ A pumpkin riding in a carved-out pumpkin carriage? Isn’t that a little cannibalistic or something? Yeeeaah … but that just helps set the mood for the rest of the evening. With a satisfied smile, jack gazed out across the landscape that was his realm, for he ruled ALL on this evening. The petty humans were huddled,. Trickles turn to squirts, my pants go from dry to damp, squirts turn to spurts, my moans turn to little whimpers as knobby pumps spunk into my underpants and trousers, which go from damp to wet. She’s made me cum in my pants, yet again, and I love it more than anything.Monday’s are Monday’s, and for me it’s back on the road. Hopefully my route today will take me to one of my towns where my favourite bookshops are – Luton, Bedford, Derby, Nottingham, Birmingham, London. If it’s summer time, add. Julies lewd antics on the semipublic pathway earlier had got me harder than Id been in weeks and I was thinking it would be a real shame to waste it. A shame for Julie, of course. Just as I was preparing to rush into the bathroom and drag my wife out, throw her onto the bed and unceremoniously fuck her brains out, the door opened. I dont know what emotion ran through me the strongest at that point, the disbelief, the disappointment, the sense of injustice, the frustration. Julie came out of.