And pardon?”She wiggled her ass again.“I was beginning to wonder if you were gay. I can tell, now, that you’re not.”I laughed, and rolled away...from her, onto my back.“No, I can assure you I’m not gay. Though I have to say that sleeping spooned up against your ass would give a gay man a hard-on, too. But seriously, Ally, we need to talk. What about showers and then going out for breakfast? I can tell you my story while we eat.”“Ok,” she said. “But there’s something that I think I need to do. I've never made her cum the way she did on that dildo. She asked me one night if all men's cocks were the same size. (This was before we started using toys). I tried to be honest and said yes, they are. Not really. I told her that a man's penis was just like any other body part. Just like our facial features are different, the same is true of our genitals. Then she asked if there was any way to tell how big a guy was without actually seeing it. "Don't you wish!?" I said. But she was innocent,. Next day I asked him to send me his photo since his dp was a bike.He sent a photo of him in which e was topless.He was 5.7″ tall with six packs and curly hair lean built.Next, I asked him about his work and he replied he was a masseuse and e offered me a free massage, which I declined.He then insisted for which I agreed and shared my WhatsApp number with him.Next day he texted me on WhatsApp and asked me to meet him and sent me his address.For which I did not reply, he got frustrated.By evening. To my surprise we got a simple congratulation from my parents and the families of my siblings. Neither any warm words nor any request to rebuild our relationship but this simple congratulation was a simple sign for a better future that perhaps I would return in my family once. I thought I was thirty-nine years old and I could restart my life.I paid for the honeymoon to Mauritius and we were on the beach at the sea and we started the baby production. I told Simon that the honeymoon was the.