“Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?”“For 75 years.”“75 years! That’s amazing! What do you pray for?”“... pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims.”“I pray for all the wars and all the hatred to stop.”“I pray for all our children to grow up safely as responsible adults and to love their fellow man.”“I pray that politicians tell us the truth and put the interests of the people ahead of their own interests.”“How do you feel after doing this for 75. Maybe not the first time but very soon after."We made a date for one Thursday because her fiance who worked in the same business was always out of town on work on Thursday. I meeting was to take place during Ann's lunch break. We arranged to met in a supermarket car park. Ann was wearing a long black coat to keep out the cold of the early December day when first I saw her.Ann was petite 5' 3", slim. 33 years old. Dark hair. I would guess 34C bra cup. She lived in a smallish country town where. Her reaction was typical for a girl her age, flabbergasted, all surprise and noise, gestures and flapping, and all the time her thoughts would be focused on my husband's cock, I wondered if she was 'wetting', thinking about it?Like I said earlier on, I was horny for both of them, and out here in the wilderness, where mother nature rules supreme, I smiled inwardly as I reached for my cup.I could see she was starting to feel awkward, 'Celine sweetheart, good for you', I complimented her to put. Later?”“Oh. Sure.” She slid her arms from around him and stepped back to give him space to leave the kitchen and retire to his room. She stayed in the kitchen brooding for a few minutes. Considering the guys had just had to abstain from sex for a week she had thought her reunion tour would have been a little more, well… anything. But instead she felt like she’d been snubbed. Sure, Sam and Angus had to leave for work and might not have had time for an unexpected quickie but Brandon? He had.