End of a long thirty-six hours

This shows a couple of pages of the album which led to yesterday’s outburst (so to speak). And, if you really want to go there, this is a shot I took immediately before yesterday’s. And if you did go there, don’t say you weren’t warned. When Emma returned home from her shopping expedition, she asked me what I had been up to while she’d been away. I told her I had been looking through our X-files and had “come across” a couple of photographs I might publish. The pun was intended and, once I’d spelt it out to the innocent woman, it led nicely to a discussion on how much of a turn-on her pictures could be to the lonely and forsaken male. Thinking quickly on my feet, I quickly stressed that it was no substitute for the real thing. Hugs and kisses. Grope, grope. Emma asked me to run a bath for us both. She needed reviving after all that hectic shopping, not to mention the hours spent on public transport. We splashed around in the bath for a while. Then I splashed around inside Emma. A perfect way to celebrate our reunion.