My husband is no light-weight. He bragged once that his dick was in the seventy-fifth percentile for length and sixtieth for girth. His dick is as big...and long as my imaginary Lance. The smoke made me imagine Lance was fucking me! Robert grabbed me by my ass cheeks and pulled me toward him. I had no choice but to surrender. I opened my hole even larger, and Thomas’s lips followed. My fucker was persistent, but not unkind. He began to sense what moves I liked. He did those again. And again. I. If you can put a little bit of that...that...moxie..chutzpah...whatever the fuck it is...put it into your music ...Jesus, Syl, you are going to knock them on their ass. I had such misgivings about you talking about whoring yourself...holy shit, who wouldn't...but now I have a different take on it...it's another performance skill in your bag. Think of singing the lead in some production, in a gown with a ton of boob exposed, all the attention on you, every guy , well, straight guy, in the opera. Then we went to the room which was on the top floor. And as usual, we had a wonderful sex as we both were excited about the holidays and went to sleep.When I woke up in the morning, it was 8 am. When I moved to see Lyan, she wasn’t in the bed. So I moved out of the bedroom and went straight to the kitchen to search for my wife and there she was in her nighty reaching down till her knees and her sleeveless shoulders and arms and deep cleavage.I moved towards her and hugged her from the back and. They used to have plenty of fun together, but that was before. Forty one years. That was certainly a long time, a huge investment in time and caring. Did he really need to find out for sure? After an hour, Charlie finally managed to fall into an uneasy sleep.Gladys lay there on her side. Her back was facing Charlie's back. 'He knows! I saw it in his eyes, he knows.' She was having so much trouble trying to manage her breathing so that she wasn't gasping out loud for air. How did she ever allow.