She pulled back, wanting to kiss him longer, but putting that aside for now.“What happened between you and Constance while I was in the hospital?”...she asked, holding him so he couldn’t separate from her, or turn away. She stared at his eyes.“She freaked out when you went into labor,” he said calmly. “I kissed her, to shock her out of it.”“Like you kiss me?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.“Almost,” he admitted.“Is that all?” she asked.He grinned at her.“She freaked out a couple of times,” he. Matt’s dick looked like it wasn’t going to need much assistance. It was approaching full hardness now.This time when Jen got down to Matt’s dick she studied it more closely than ever before. She checked out the large vein running down the side. She looked at how the circumcision had left him with a large mushroom head that blossomed at the top. His dick had a great upwards curvature, too. She knew that when they were in the missionary position it seemed to hit her g-spot perfectly. She licked. Peter and a gardener named George moved her personal items to her new home, and she was soon busy arranging her nicknacks around the wonderful flat, by the Saturday she was in and found she could take breath again. On Sunday she caught up with Barnes help on the computer so that by the Monday she was little miss efficiency and on top of her job...she hoped. At 7.30 sharp he swept into the dining room, dressed in Pj’s and a dressing gown and hungry as a hunter, over the food they caught up. "Hello, pretty woman, I hope you are all loose of your tenseness and your tight muscles."She looked at him and saw he was considerably older than what she had thought. It was probably because when you are on the wrong side of 60, one tends to magnify the differences in age. The boy was obviously not a boy, but a young man in his late 30s with a boyish look to his face."Why did you pretend to be a beach boy this morning?" Why, my pretty lady, I only asked if you wanted a massage and you agreed..