My journey down here wasn’t exactly a social visit. The last thing I needed was a taxi driver giving the whole nation a description of me on the eve...ing news. I continued to walk along Marine Parade, keeping an eye on my smartphone for directions. I was almost there.“Five minutes to your destination,” the mousy female voice said from my smartphone.I was cold, hungry and I needed sleep. Luckily, there was a takeaway shop which was open. It wasn’t far from Sussex Square. Again, I was sceptical if. So on Saturday night like we do have a bath get our night stuff on & order something & wait after we eat we would watch a movie & I would play with my wife by rubbing her tits & pussy & going down between her legs to lick her pussy & sometimes I would play with magic wand which I did that night.We went to bed about 10 I ask her if was ok to tie her up & play for a bit with the wand & after could I just put my cock between her legs & fuck her that way she said ok, I kiss her on the lips & help. The ‘Rabbit’ was fun; it had a shaft that I slid in and out of my pussy, but it also had ears that vibrated and I placed it so my clit was between them. Oh my, did they make me want to scream. Being all alone, I decided to scream as much as I could. I learned that if you scream when you cum, it’ll make your orgasm even more intense. I slept all night after I tried to wear my pussy out.I was up early the next morning and checked the cows. The cool morning air on my bare nipples was very. I could feel myself begin to harden, and was going to pull away, but she broke the clinch before matters became embarrassing.The lack of a bus service on Sundays is not usually a problem. I ride a motorbike, or the cycle. However, it meant a roughly three mile walk each way for the church, as we agreed a motorcycle was not perhaps the most suitable mode of transport if you wish to arrive at church relatively unruffled. I did suggest a taxi, but that was refused pointedly. As it was, we stopped.