It was mostly me but in some ways Terry was also to blame. We would rededicate ourselves to our marriage and each other, and things would slowly go ba...k to normal.Sometime in the future, Terry would do the same thing, and I would forgive him. Our marriage would be stronger for it. But apparently, Terry had no idea of how a normal marriage worked. I sat down at my kitchen table with no idea of what would happen next.The ringing of my phone at least gave me something to take my mind off of what. Unfinished books, old passports, business cards, sellotape, cell phone chargers, loose change in various currencies, pens, pencils and - naturally enough - a collection of sex toys. Emma has a range of tastes in this area and likes to have her needs covered, whatever those needs might turn out to be. Her largest dildo, for instance, makes my otherwise satisfactory cock seem far too small for her pleasures. Her smallest, a slender butt-plug, is something that she's permitted me to use on her. .pulled up my skirt...l.....opened my legs wide and put my feet up on the edge of the couch.....this time I used my vibrator....and boy oh boy....with the tension I was already under from not cuming the first time...combined with needing to go to the toilet...I very nearly came as soon as the vibrator touched my clit....but I held on and thought of you there in front of me watching me and making sure I didn't cum...of course that made it even more intense because I would love you to be there. Jen woke up about four, and we both went for a quick pee before returning to her bed. Not to go back to sleep. There was just enough milk left for us to share a mug of tea, and then we took advantage of Gustav's slightly rested and refreshed state.She had clearly paid close attention to Julie's instruction on how to stimulate her clitoral nerve endings on my pubic mound, and perfected her technique earlier, because she managed to give herself three orgasms in a row on top of me, without Gustav.