"I love you, sweetheart," she saidquietly. "Men may be men, but I've always loved the woman in you." I love you too," I replied, meaning it sincerely... But I felt verydifferent from hours and hours ago, when we'd left the house. Wewent upstairs without a word, and as she undid her dress and pulledit over her head, I did the same with mine. Then my chemise -- shewasn't wearing one. And there again was my bra, the same asbefore. I'd forgotten all about it. After leaving the dinnertable, I'd. Well, like I said I'll phone him and..." I suppose if I was honest I'm a little bit jealous."I didn't know what he meant by that."What do you mean?" Well at least my son's getting some."This was getting a bit weird."Me and the wife, we haven't slept together for two years." Oh, right..." The last time she touched my cock was two years ago."Fuck, this was getting really weird."I'll see you later then, Mr Roberts."He took hold of my arm, stopped me from going."Nobody's touched my cock in two. "He relaxed over the balance of the weekend. He drew. He played with his children. On the way to bring the boys home on Sunday, they stopped at a florist.Presenting the bouquet to Abby, he said, "I need to thank you for all you've done. There is no way I could have pulled this off without you. This is only a small token of the gratitude and thankfulness I have for you."His instinct was to back his speech up with a hug and, this time, he did not restrain himself. He did, however, angle himself. This was an opportunity too good to pass up.Before that thought left her mind I stood up and made my way to her, dropping to her feet with my back against the loveseat. She watched me curiously. I don't know what I thought I was doing, but I had to try. As she talked away, I reached over and took hold of her soft silk encased ankle. She pulled back a bit, but then relented. I don't know if she was curious or what. I was scared shitless, but figured what the hell. She just said her feet hurt. I.