“Are you making it moist?” I asked.He smiled and his face looked a little red again. “Your doing it but I seem to be causing it.” He touched s...mething in the upper third and caused a shock through my body. I let out another small moan. “You did feel that. It’s a real shame you don’t have sex for fun.”“Are you going to make me cum too? Do you think it’s possible?”At this point it was as much enjoyment as exploration. He smiled and started to rub that same spot again. He took his other hand and. It’s a good thing Sue was absent. She would have said far more than that. I headed to my home to cuddle up with Carol. After lunch, Abby stopped by to see how Carol was doing and to congratulate us. She also had some good news for me.“Doug, Ken called me this morning while you were at the construction site. The applications for your people to immigrate to the US have been approved. We talked about ID Cards. What Ken wants me to do is have your people fill out the ID Request forms and for me to. I learned these things too late, but I don’t blame my dad for that. Men say lots of things on moments like that, but you’re the one who decides which parts she should be listening to. I only understood this when I was talking with dad afterwards as she was writing these things down.[Here are my own thoughts after listening to Katy (not her real name, of course, but close enough).]I agree with what my daughter said above, except where she says she’s not sure if she was good. Regardless of what. “But to be honest, I rather liked her. She didn’t patronise, soft-soap or treat me like a bimbo.”We ended our call. Another half dozen calls later all was in place for the important trip to Brussels. All I needed was for Amanda to join me and we would be on our way. With only half an hour to go before the flight, I was relieved to see her enter the Ministry lobby accompanied by Turen’s much admired Deputy.My wife looked simply stunning in a closefitting dark skirt, jacket and heels, her.