But as he approached the house, John had a sudden urge to eat something. Damn he was hungry. He didn't usually get this hungry so soon in the day. May...e it was the late night wanking session yesterday evening. Whatever it was, he decided to get a quick bite to eat from the kitchen before catching up on lost sleep.John opened the front door, walked down the hallway, and into the kitchen area. The sight that greeted his eyes was beautiful. Rosemary was sitting up on the table, her head tipped. I had the most intense punishment last night; it was so amazing I had to put pen to paper while I let my rectum recover, it needs it!First, for those who'll read at some future time, let me explain (just a little). I've been happily married for two years; and I love my man. His name's Gus. He's a hard-working guy who's been seriously overstressed, and it became harder for him to get it up. We spiced things up a little, dirty movies, playing around, etc., but it didn't seem to help. So, being. I scrounged enough furniture to have the basics, including a single bed for the second bedroom. I could see Kenny eyeballing it, thinking it would suit him, but I made sure he would be paying for the privilege. He was quite put out about that, but gave up the fight when I wouldn't bend. Mom and Dad supplied some spare furnishings, as did a couple of people at the shop, including Bob.Mom insisted on buying the sheets and towels, as well as the kitchen utensils. By the time I moved in, I had. "Everything's baggy on you," Susie had said. "We're going to have tobuy you all new shirts and trousers." Can we do it by mail order?" I suggested, plaintively.Susie pretended not to hear that. She was planning an extensiveshopping trip.* * *I contacted Bill straight after the Inquest and said I'd like to getinvolved in the running of the Estate again. He was a little coolwith me, presumably for leaving Susie alone for so long with onlyMartha for company. Maybe he thought I'd been having.