“Mom ... shopping list ... tubing cutter, pneumatic pop-rivet gun and air compressor, Dremel tool. Drill and bits, jigsaw and a compass ... not for ...irection but for cutting plywood circles.”The driver left shaking his head and Alan showed up. First he looked at the kit and an assembly video, they had lunch and Alan took the boys home.Tyche said, “You’ve been in a better mood, mom ... have you and Alan been doing adult things?”Alan came back ... with 2 sheets of 3/4 inch MDF and a roll of. I came in front and took her left breast in my mouth and started playing with it. She was so excited that was not able to stand and wanted me to suck her very hard. She has not made love since last 5 year. She was hungry for sex. She was hot like lava and was rubbing her hand on my crouch. I moved to the right breast and started needling her left nipple. She was moaning in pleasure and was pulling my hair.I came down on my knees and within no second removed her panty from her body. She ran. I had a few new favourite cumpilation videos, some lasting over an hour. With these I could really indulge, my left hand stroking and squeezing, my right on the computer mouse, clicking, scrolling for my favourite cumshots, repeating them, pausing for that perfect shot of a cum splattered face eagerly wanting more. This was always my favourite. A thick rope of cum on her face, the desperate look on her face wanting more, wanting it all. Once I had found this perfect shot I would pump my cock. Enough with the phone calls, enough with the excuses. We gave you time, shit, enough time to bury yourself, but enough is enough. Wake up, John. Wake up, life is passing you by."Irene paused, pity and sorrow for her dear friend apparent in her gaze, her voice now soft and pleading. "John, it's been a year since the divorce. You've got to get on with living. You can't keep shutting yourself away forever. Please, John. Try to understand what I'm telling you."The first flush of anger felt by John.