“And, as for Flo, she wants to have her as an ally to get to you and make you like her again, and—well—trust her again. It’s important to her,...all of it.” I nodded.“Well that’s a catch-twenty-two isn’t it,” I said.“Not really, man, just move the hell back and let her do her penance,” he said. I snickered.2018Six months being married and having sex, well, not every night, but three and four nights a week, and yes, we did employ the trojans; they may have lost to Achilles and the Greeks, but they. Perhaps it was nothing more than from a biological point of view Hamilton was strong, able to be of some use in the bedroom, and easily pushed to do anything she could ask for. In her younger years she was an eye catching minx who always quieted her sexual appeal, and her alpha female status made her untouchable by most males, and those that would dare even ask for her name were often left standing bum drunk out of luck. Being thirty five didn’t quiet any of her prowess. She held a job as a. At least he didn't say anything. He was more interested in his two long neck beers and whatever game was on television that night. Being a machinist, the work was getting harder on him as he aged. Jeff just wanted to eat, have his allotted brews, and see how the Cubs, Bears, or Bulls were doing before his wife pulled him out of his recliner to drag him to bed for their nightly ritual.As devout as Peg was, she never complained about her husband going down on her orally. She gagged herself when. We told him we would do what we could but were going to be busy. He might be better served to stay after the wedding when things would be calmer. He agreed to that and we said we would be in touch by radio.We flew home the next morning going direct since we knew there was plenty of gas in Carrollton. We landed almost an hour after the Connie and avoided the big crowd that welcomed the Connie and its occupants back home.Mike and Jen's wedding was going to be a huge event. Mike and Jen were.