Jackie must have needed to go "number two" as well as "one" because she was still in the washroom and it was pretty quiet in there except for an occas...onal plooping noise.Along the wall opposite the cluttered dirty counter stood a battered white sideboard upon which she'd piled her laundry, apparently. A huge pile of unsorted clothes, sheets and towels spilled out of two massively over-filled wicker laundry baskets. Some small things had fallen to the floor; a balled-up white gym sock (with. ...did I want this pleasure tolast...again yes, however I knew I could not have both."Do you want to taste my tranny juice," I growled stalling for time."Yes please Mistress," she simpered oh so sweetly, she grinned knowingshe had me on the ropes.I smiled wickedly at her, causing her grin to falter. Yes she may bepleasuring me but she will suffer for her smugness."Make me cum......but know this you will suffer for your impudence," Igrowled lustfully.She greedily sucked me inside her and. "Get outta all that gear," he told her, "and come on back inside. We'll have a piece of your mother's peach pie, and talk some more to Freddie, here."When the two of us were alone and heading back into the house, Bill Bowman lowered his voice conspiratorially, even though there was no one there to overhear us. "You got a long ways to go, Freddie Bartholomew," he said."Brumbelow," I corrected. What was it with people wanting to call me Bartholomew? I figured I'd better pretty soon look that guy. ‘I’d forgotten how loving a man could be,’ she sighed, reminding Brent how loving he used to be. He sighed, accepting it was very difficult to return to one’s yesterdays. They scoffed the pizzas and finished two bottles of wine, having every intention of returning to the wide sofa under the windows facing out to sea and fucking long and slowly. But towards the end of the second bottle of wine Tracy folded slowly on to the tabletop and didn’t stir when Brent carried her to the marital bed. He.