Byron knows I don't read so fast, but is constantly sending me letters."Ben elbowed me. "Eliza is a good reader. She reads my stuff to me when I get a...letter. I don't have a lot of kin like she does, but I get letters from the electric company and the county all the time."Eliza looked up at Ben. "Those are bills, you old fool. Them ain't letters. A letter is like this and tells you something. A bill is just a way of asking you to pay for something. Now hush up and let me read this. It's most of. Once again he resolved that it could not go on; her attitude was sapping his spirit, and though the children seemed as yet oblivious to the atmosphere, it would infect them in time.The realisation came that whereas they used to do some shopping together, and even enjoy outings together, that had not happened for many weeks. He could not remember when they had any sort of joint family outing, no matter how prosaic.It began to rain as he sat in the inevitable traffic queue. He began to feel more. Andrew had asked me and the boys out to celebrate his 19th birthday next week but my husband was coming home early from his trip abroad so I had to ring Andrew and tell him that we couldn’t make it and the reason why,Oh that’s’ ok Mrs. Miller I do understand there was a hint of disappointment in his voice,I’ll tell you what how about you come over to my house as you normally do next Friday and instead of me going out with the girls,I can do you and the boys a meal and have a late celebration. I really do need to come now,’ she blushed ‘You need my tongue in your cute little arsehole pressing into the dry and unexplored interior?’ ‘Do it! Yes,’ she moaned as she began to masturbate his fine upstanding prick with one hand reaching down to caress her so wet cunt with the other. ‘A hunter lost in the tight little cavern, seeking a way into the maze of your desires.’ ‘Enough with the poetry already!’ She squealed, rubbing cunt and cock faster. ‘Just fuck my arse, Andrew.’ ‘Fuck (lick).