" My wife laughed (as she always does) and told me to go for it as well. This exchange took place around noon.I never did go over to Jessica's house (...he was in traffic that day), yet made it back to my house at 5:30 PM. I saw an unfamiliar maroon Chevy pick up truck with the local university parking sticker in my driveway, to which I immediately thought "wow, she really did go through with it." I walk in and announce my arrival to the house, yet didn't hear anything. I walk into our bedroom. She looks up from her paper as he rounds the corner of the house, and shields her eyes from the sun with her hand until she recognizes him. Rising from her chair, she removes her sunglasses and smiles a bit apprehensively as he approaches. He can't help but notice her figure - she's not built badly herself, for a woman her age, filling out her black one-piece bathing suit and drawstring white cotton shorts quite well. Rich offers his hand in greeting, introducing himself politely. He makes sure. Patty sighed once more. She wasn't comfortable with this in the least. This was her third day on the rag—the day when her flow was heaviest—and she hadn't changed her tampon in some time. A quick blowjob then a fast change and she was set, or so she thought. There was no point in continuing the discussion, though. The longer he stayed down there, the more he was going to beg. And it was almost time for "Dancing With The Stars." Ah, fuck it," she said as she reached for his dick once more. "I'll. "My name is Oliver and the person at the front desk told me I could come and see you ," Oliver said looking down at the short,fat Monk and trying to stop himself from breaking into a giggle,all of a sudden this seemed quite funny."Ah,yes,Oliver,come inside," the Abbot said standing aside and ushering Oliver inside.Oliver entered a small room which seemed smaller because it was lined with bookshelves filled with books,a table and chair occupied one corner of the room and another armless chair.