"Brian: "Sara."DJ: "Is Sara at work, Brian?"Brian: "She is gonna kill me."DJ: "Stay with me here, Brian! Is she at work?"Brian: (laughing) "Yes, she's...at work."DJ: "Okay, first question - when was the last time you had sex?"Brian: "She is gonna kill me."DJ: "Brian! Stay with me here!"Brian: "About 8 o'clock this morning."DJ: "Atta boy, Brian."Brian: (laughing sheepishly) "Well..."DJ: "Question #2 - How long did it last?"Brian: "About 10 minutes."DJ: "Wow! You really want that trip, huh? No one. By the changes in her responses, I could tell what she liked most. She really enjoyed me licking the spaces between her toes. Also, running my tongue along the underside of the toes, just above the ball of the foot, made her squeal with delight. Most women are sensitive there. Because of the newness, I concentrated on Jane more than Mary. Just as I realized this and was afraid that Mary may feel neglected, she positioned her self so she could put her feet under my mid-section such that my ****. She was wearing a dark tailored woman’s suit, with a white shirt underneath. It was clearly for a woman but gave a hint of masculine too. Obviously Bridget had let her know what colors she was wearing, even if Sian hadn’t seen the outfit. She looked nice but Don thought she looked more butch than he ever remembered before. He guessed that was the look she was trying to achieve. It felt a little more awkward this time compared to the last. They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. But then. However, having my SL cut off suddenly in mid battle was rather disrupting. When I discovered the cause was complete loss of internet connection, I grew suspicious, and when I went looking, I found that my hubby had simply gone down and disconnected the cable. To say I was not amused would be mild, but, well it was after midnight, and I did not have the energy to argue, so I just shut down, called it a night and went to bed.The following weekend he was scheduled to be away, a conference for his.