This whole conversation, Veronica’s confession, and now her request to give me a handjob was overwhelming, simply staggering. My cock involuntary tw...tched at the idea of being held by Veronica. After all these years. My God! ‘Whenever you say, sweetheart.’ Veronica kissed the back of my hand and then held it against her heaving chest. ‘Right now, please. Take me upstairs, darling.’ I followed my wife up the stairs, studying the natural sway of her hips and bottom within her cotton skirt. In the. I was having Maggie's (that's my 280Z) oil changed at Chuck's Garage and we were shooting the breeze over coffee. Chuck's another retired cop so we sometimes discuss some case I'm working on. When I mentioned the Andrews case Chuck said "I know him." He rummaged in a desk drawer and pulled out a photo of a man in his mid 60's, greying hair, solidly built with a big grin on his face standing next to what appeared to be a 30's model Ford coupe tricked out as a hot rod."I met Jerry Andrews at a. Fuck! I needed the rest. I rolled over and eventually fell into a restless sleep. I seldom remember my dreams. They are usually vivid, but confused, and I can’t very often remember the details. Normally, the dreams were multiple and my limited awareness of them the next morning was a jumble, mostly a mish-mash of all of them without any continuity or reason. When I awoke that morning, I could remember the first dream. I remembered all the people in it and I remembered Beth most of all. Freud. 'You guys enjoying yourselves', I closed the door behind me as I walked over to the bed where they were fucking, they never replied, just kept the momentum going, 'Fuck off Mother', she gasped, as my eyes fell on her tight pink hole, all puckered below his massive girth embedded deep into her.I sat on the edge of the mattress, facing their copulating organs, marveling how it had changed when I last played with him. I reached in between them and cupped his balls, squeezing them as if wringing.