I hugged her andplaced my wet lips on hers, she bit me and put her tongue inside my mouth to play with mine. I moved my hand gently to her boobs place... them over her saree and squeezed them hard, the more I squeezed her boobs the more she sucked my tongue and moved her hand lower to my abs. I moved my right had to her hips and squeezed that flesh , she arched back and I could see her cleavage better. I started sucking her neck and biting it, her hand was playing with my crotch now....my left. That shows how I’d changed... The next day I breakfasted on cereal and toast – slightly over done toast, but I was proud of the effort – and instant coffee. I went to work. Mid morning, my mobile phone rang.“Don Upthorpe.”“Oh, Mister Upthorpe. I’m Sister Hopkins at Broomfield Hospital. We couldn’t find anything physically wrong with your wife, and she surfaced early this morning. She ... I’m sorry to say ... it was felt necessary to refer her for a psychiatric assessment. I expect you’ll be. I was sure it had just saved me from something neither Sarah nor I was ready for. Well, at least I wasn't; she seemed to think she was ready. Sarah looked at me with big sad eyes, then just sat back and watched me. It was my Dad. He had never understood the concept of not calling early in the morning."Hi Son. You sound really chipper this morning. And you answered the phone before the fourth ring. What's up with that?" That louse! He knew he was waking us up early in the morning every time he. Just then his Mom walked-in with his ironed shirt and looked up, his erection was straining the stitching in his underpants, and she shook her head.'Just like your fucking father', shaking her head again, 'Here' she said handing it to me, 'Give this to him', and I took the shirt and started walking up the stairs towards him.Mid-way up the phone rang and she walked back into the kitchen, I paused momentarily and looked, 'Auntie pleaseeee' and I looked at him again and continued walking,.