”“Sorry,” I said. “I forget this weird attraction sometimes. But I said the truth. No blarney. Honest. I’d like it if we could be friends. J...st friends. I admire your husband. And I admire his choice in mate.”“I don’t know if it was my choice. I mean it was, but she had to want to be caught.”“I did, didn’t I,” she grinned and kissed him. “But I think it would be good, knowing the father of my first grandson. Or granddaughter.”“It will be a son,” said Helena. “According to Nick.”“Even better,”. Ending the girl's life as surely as if she'd fired a bullet into herbrain.I've just decided to risk being dismembered by Rosie for ignoring her ruleabout not smoking in the house when her ex-husband appears at the door."Any news?" I ask without much hope."We've agreed to wait until nine o'clock, and if she still can't getthrough I'll drive David down to The Hard so we can catch the last ferryover."I look at my watch."Nearly an hour...I don't know if I'll be able to stand the tension thatlong.. I am old now and have gone through a long marriage that started out full of hot sex but now has ended up in separate bedrooms and no chance of anymore cunt or blow jobs.I have had to take care of my urges by myself. I am sure there are many that are reading this in the same boat. No chance of sex with anybody so self pleasure becomes an important part of life. I wanted to write this short story and describe the various methods I have come up with to help pass the long nights. I am doing this. " We shared a grin, and went to wash up, and then we didcuddle, and talk."You don't mind if I squeeze against you, do you? My boobs like it. Ithink they want more." Should I put my mouth on 'em?" No, not now, we'd get right back into it and stay up all night if you didthat, and we don't have condoms. I'll just squee-ee-eeze like this..." Iheard her grin into my shoulder as she did so."You're getting used to this." Well, not being scared of your dick was a big step. Maybe soon I can kissyou. I.