"He's really ditching class for a beer emergency?" the professor asked as the door closed.Scott made good time on the bike. A beer delivery truck and ... commercial heating and air truck were parked outside the Black Horse. The back door was propped open. Scott followed the sounds of commotion to the beer cooler.The beer deliveryman passed him, heading to the truck, pushing two full kegs on a dolly."You're not going to be happy," the beer man said.Scott remembered his name, "That bad, Karl?". I was straight forward in my answer. After ten years of marriage and an on-again and off-gain sex life, I really didn’t know what our issues were.“I have to be honest,” Angie replied. “I don’t think the issue is you. I think it might be her.”I was happy to hear that assessment, but at the same time, I was wondering what I could do about things. Angie turned and looked at me.“Maybe the two of you simply need to try different things,” she said, biting down on her lower. I told her that we had. I slowly went behind her and touch my hard cock to her ass on nightie and pressing it…She turned back asked whats that.. I said nothing and started moving up and down and pressing hard …. She slightly moaned .. Then she turned back and pushed me away.. And said “this is wrong we should not do this … I by mistake did that think with you in car.. Leave it ”And she started cooking again… I again went behind her and hugged her tightly and then again I pressed my cock to her ass and pumping it on. I called Terry for his tea and he give me our customary hug and kiss on the lips, something we have always done since he was a tot. It was during tea I started to think about our closeness, he’s not my little baby anymore, but a growing young man and able to leave a might big load of seaman in his mom’s knickers, just like his dad.I went to bed that night after giving Terry his goodnight kiss all confused, should I say something about my knickers and should I even be kissing him on the mouth at.