It sold out in five hours. I liked to read newspapers and had a habit of picking one up wherever we were. It soothed me to read about people who didn�...�t have to be five hundred miles away tomorrow or on the opposite coast the next. I always read the classifieds, my habit of looking for guitars had never died. There was an ad for a community yard sale in a small park, and one of the items listed was old guitars. I told Moira, who like everyone else was craving normalcy, and we decided to go.. “Yea well you’re still gonna have to ask her yourself” I said back. “Ok fine I will, and you better not have kissed her!” she playfully snapped. We finished our ice cream, threw away all our trash and headed out of the food court.Finally all of the stores cleared out a little and we were able to go into some of them. I went with her into Claire’s, some shoe store and Rave, and she went with me into FYE and Foot Locker. She bought some shirts, a couple skirts, a few pairs of pants, some. 2020. The year of the great lockdown. A time where married men get the grief to get the house up to order whilst the wives sit in the house watching daytime garbage TV. I am one of those men. More of a slave than a husband now our sex life was suffering due to us constantly around each other. I would sneak down for early morning masturbation sessions online or the occasional filthy online chat, I can only assume my wife doing the same.Last week happened to be a very warm week in the UK,. I step up to you just as a small whimper leaves my throat. You kiss me slowly, your hands gripping the towel. Loosening it and letting it fall to the floor. Your hands move up my arms as you continue to cherish my mouth. You rest your hands on my shoulders for a minute before you gentle push me down to my knees. You curse as my tongue licks over the dark head of your cock. Drawing in the taste of your pre-come, moaning at the intoxication of your passion. My lips open, wide, feeling your cock.