Once again she spoke those words, "I will never let you go." Then she continued, "As soon as I am able, I want you to take me out in your boat. I want...to bike with you. I want to feel the breeze as it gently blows across my face. I want to kiss you on a moonlit night."I could scarcely contain myself. I figured that she might be delirious and was just speaking in the moment. But when I looked into her eyes, I saw clarity. She had a gash that was healing nicely above her left eyebrow. Her face. . and such a surprise talking to Robert ... a real nice guy! I’ve ... missed hearing from you Linda.”Over the next few minutes I played being his big sister; reminding him it would be a serious undertaking of responsibility on his part; and also his chance of being a good Uncle to Rachel; to make a good impression on her!I quietly underlined to him how grave it could be for him if he ‘messed-up’.From his sober reply, I felt he’d got my message and when I’d put the phone down I felt somewhat. Damn his cock was so hard, now passing over my lips to the back of my throat. He had a real big cock too. I could only take ¾ down my throat at once. He started to fuck my face with that he was starting to moan loader and louder. I looked up and insisted he was not too loud my wife may hear. But he did not care. Louder and louder he insisted I suck him. I looked over and it was too late. My wife was getting sprayed in the face with cum while she watched me suck the bartender off, at. I began to build up in excitement till I reached the point of no returnand I erupted into my nightgown.I lay and relaxed for a while and then got up and put on a cleannightgown and a pink quilted gown and went to make myself breakfast.Really had a proper breakfast during the week and enjoyed a fullbreakfast on the weekends. I finished eating and then went to thebathroom and where I had a long leisurely bubble bath.I got out the bath and dried myself off with one of my soft fluffy pinktowels. I.