There is just something about a pint at a good English pub. American sports bars just don’t have the same atmosphere. After a couple of pints I am feeling quite lovely. Thankfully Sir told me to have a good time when I talked to him before we left.
Sorry no kink. My walls are so thin I am not sure I could even take care of myself without waking someone. And tomorrow night will be my night to have the kids with me. It is nice that we are rotating though, getting a full night’s sleep has been amazing. Still a little jealous of Sir at home with the dog though. I miss Sir’s hand on my hip. He said he doesn’t like having our big bed all to himself. He at least wants me on the floor next to the bed, so he can reach out and touch me.
Isn’t he sweet.