By noon the next day I had started moving everything out of the house that I wanted and I let the machine take her call that night also.Before I left ...or vacation I'd told my secretary what was going on and asked her to help me out and she agreed to do it. If Mad called my office Sheila would tell her that I was in a meeting. That would do for a day or two and then when Mad pushed (if she called at all) Sheila would mention that major changes were occurring in the company, that I was under a. So how long have you been married to Mournful Morrie then? …Ouch!’ ‘Get serious for once! I asked him how long HE’d been married the other day. He knew instantly, even down to the hours and minutes… after he’d looked at his watch. I don’t think he’s all that rapt with married life.’ ‘He’s hardly a ball of fire himself… anyway, have you met his wife? At least I only have to shave once a day! …Ouch!’ ‘That’s really mean! I’ve always thought her a very nice person!’ ‘But you’re not married to her!. He reached behind himself and put his hand on my stiff cock. No one could see anything because the carriage was so crowded.He kept his hand on my cock and started to fondle me through my trousers. I whispered in his ear 'nice aftershave.' He held my cock and squeezed a bit. Then he put his hand in my pocket. Bumped up against me again and got out at the station we had arrived at.I felt in my pocket and he had left me a card saying same train tomorrow. My cock was sooooo hard I had trouble. “Looks like our new friend is enjoying himself,”quipped Jarrod.Jarrod had his phone in his hand and was takingphotographs of his mother being bred by the GermanShepherd, doggy cum was dribbling down the inside ofher legs and pooling messily on the floor under her. “This is so fucking hot mom, smile for me,” saidJarrod.Amanda raised her right hand and reached for the dog’shead pulling it towards her gently, she smiled andposed for the pictures pouting and kissing.