My dear Paul
I thought I would write to you, yes I know it's been ages but now I have a few things to tell you. Firstly I am now mortgage free, free to spend all my money on repairs a new shower room and re-concrete my drive. Riveting stuff eh?
My sister has had a baby, yes another one, it smells just as bad as the first three but this one, she says, looks just like me. Come to think of it I think she said that for all of them. Even the girls! Her husband spends most of his time working, wonder why?
All very interesting I'm sure you agree but it does get better. Do you remember Mark and Alice, the house warming party 5 years ago? I'm sure you do, you thought he looked like an accountant and she made those squealing noises when she had an orgasm. If you remember we were in their spare bedroom at the time and we were trying to stop the bed squeaking. It was difficult with you shoving 8 inches of your lovely cock up my arse. I still see them occasionally and Mark seems to keep her very happy, anyway I should move on to the interesting stuff.
Mark came round last week, he does some work just up the road so he pops in from time to time. Anyway, I was bemoaning my lack of sex, he thought I'd have found someone since you went to Oz but there you go, even the stunningly good looking can miss out on the fun. The chat wasn't exactly calming my nerves and I got a very obvious hard on. I could feel how red my face was, Mark noticed straight away and as I was expecting him to make his excuses and leave he suggested he might help me out with my barren spell. I had started to reply but before the words came out his hand was on my cock.