It was rock hard, and as she sat on his lap, it slid smoothly into her naked, eager pussy. She felt it slide straight up her fucktunnel, filling her,...until her groin landed on his lap with a satisfying "thud", and she was left, impaled balls-deep on his phallus.She had to struggle not to moan at how good it felt. She hadn't realised how *wet* she had become since Eric had reminded her of her promise - but she was soaked. She must be leaving a wet patch on Eric's pants. She thought of all. ‘Just girl talk’ she said and I saw them both smile at each other. ‘Looks like a lot more than just girl talk to me’ I said looking across at Denise. ‘You are just jealous’ she responded mocking me. ‘What! Jealous of what?’ I asked. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ she said and once again they exchanged a smile. ‘We had quite a chat’ she said. ‘Oh, about what?’ I asked as casually as I could. ‘If you must know, I think she was flirting with me’. ‘Really!’ I said and took a furtive look across at. I hope you are well. How’s Brazil? I met a lady tonight, she regaled me with a tale I didn’t expect. The point was never to pass up a chance to tell the people you care about how much they mean to you. I couldn’t help thinking about you, and how much I miss every single inch of you. How I long to see you soon. I miss running my fingers through your hair as you sleep. I miss staring into your beautiful grey eyes, getting lost for hours just looking at them. I miss how they look back at me,. He willingly did his share of the maintenance that needed to be done and as far as sex was concerned he was all right, but certainly not to the extent that she really longed for. The problem was that 'being sober' was becoming more of the exception. The rot set in the day he had fallen into the garden in the park and she and her father had to rescue him, that was bad enough but when she had to get a perfect stranger to help her get him out of the car, once they arrived home and man-handle him.