I spend most Friday nights here at Quinn's Tavern now, drowning my sorrows wondering exactly what it is that I did to make Morgan leave. He and I were...high school sweethearts, I was 16, he was 17 when we met, we'd been together for 25 years."How's things going with Patty?" I asked Jason as we got off the elevator."They're going. She seems like she's trying to make the effort to make our marriage work. It's difficult though." Why's that?" I asked, putting the key into the lock of my door."She. Slowly she dropped to her knees in front of me before parting her lips and taking my dick inside which had been steadily growing in size for the last minute or so. Sucking away, her tongue licking feverishly, I could tell right away that she was swallowing what she found covering me, finding the taste of female cum to her liking.I knew she would of course, I mean God knows I certainly fed her own back to her enough times ever since we were small children sleeping in the same bed. Nicole after. Spread out on the sofa was a vast array of wispy lingerie; filmy negligees, thongs and open-crotch panties, as well as several lacy bras, which were apparently designed more to display and accentuate than to merely provide support.With a grin, Ellen said, "Let's show them your favorite, Lynne." As Lynne's face flushed, Ellen leaned across and slowly unbuttoned Lynne's blouse. Pulling it aside we were greeted by the sight of Lynne's well-shaped breasts proudly displayed in a silky black bra. He took the thermometer in his hand and approached me. I was waiting for the words . . . I was anxious, I was nervous, maybe I was even getting a bit aroused. Here I am bent over the exam table with my jeans at my knees and “rectal temperature” being the current topic of interest. He stood next to me and showed me the thermometer so I could see the digital read-out. “You see, it reads 36.6 degrees?” he said, looking for my affirmation. “Yes – I have no idea what that means,” I replied. “It.