I've got some time ... especially for you. I've missed you, Bernie." I've missed you too, Ian. You were my best friend. I hope you still are." That is...never going to change. I'll always be your best friend," I said with a big smile. "Come on, let's go to the cottage and we can talk." Let me put Calliope back in her stall." She picked up the halter from the grazing horse and let her back into the barn. A minute later she was by my side.She took my hand as we walked up to the cottage. We didn't. Julie has always loved it when I am covered in sweat.My sexy wife kissed her way down my body. She knelt before me and pulled my shorts and boxer briefs off allowing my hard 6 inch cock to spring free. Her lips parted and her mouth sank down on my hard cock. She used her expert mouth and hand to bring me to the brink of orgasm and then pushed me back on the bed. Julie reached into her night stand and pulled out a studded leather cock ring and fastened it tightly around the base of my cock. Her window was hidden by a tall hedge which made it perfect for me to spy! On many occasions I would see her lying in her robe on the couch, the only flesh exposed her hands, feet and ankles. Her toes & finger nails painted in different colours on each occasion. After fantasising for about a year but not expecting to see anything more, I took a peek on a rather warm night and was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. Although she was lying on the couch watching TV as usual her robe was open. "What about lunchtime on the Saturday?" he asked."Fine and you'll stay the night of course." Yes, please and leave again after lunch on Sunday. Joanna's got to get back to London." That sounds good. I look forward to meeting you, Joanna." Same here, Mrs Carstairs. Goodbye." And goodbye to both of you. Keep in touch, Simon." Yes, Mum. 'Bye." She sounds a bit fierce," observed Joanna slightly dubiously."Shyness, darling. You wait. She'll be gentle and friendly when you meet her, I promise." Hope.