I stand and look at it’s limbs fracturing upward into low scudding cloud and I am struck by how these bare shoots reach out like nerves, and I wonde... what they feel when winter comes, when all memory is holding fast to a fading summer’s light. And what can you say about a marriage that dies, not quietly in winter but in the harsh light of day? What could I tell you that you haven’t seen and heard a hundred times before, perhaps experienced in your own darkest hour? And so, what if I could tell. My little boy wasn't so little any more and was definitely not a boy, he was a man!The second shock had taken a little longer to permeate its way into my consciousness. It was an odour, a muskiness that was familiar but somehow different and totally out of place. Kevin had reached the bottom of the stairs on the way to his bedroom before my brain highlighted what that nagging little detail was.I stood there open-mouthed as he slowly climbed the stairs, my mind screaming 'sex' loudly. The odour. I was pulling down 10sol an hour, for what amounts to nothing more than telling a machine where to put stuff; I was a part of the Loader's Union, and paid my dues, but, when they went on strike, all of a sudden I couldn't afford to be out of work, you know? So, I paid out on the Loader's Union, and joined the Spacers' Union, and got a job as a deckhand, recruit grade, making approximately .01 share per jump, which wasn't that bad, but wasn't great,. either. Ah, to have been in Military-grade. "Jesus, Cat!"Catríona's blowjobs were as sloppy as her kisses. She licked along the length of my cock a number of times, covering every inch with her spit, and then took the head into her mouth.She slid her lips back and forth rapidly over my cock's head, then began using her tongue to lick circles around it. After a moment she opened her mouth and let her collected saliva run down across my cock.She leaned in further and began to lick my ballsack, flicking my balls back and forth with each.