Seldom in a woman, never in a man

[The virtue of patience] It was our wedding anniversary this month, but I wasn’t able to take Emma for a celebratory meal. This was because I had earlier agreed to us both being elsewhere on our special day without checking the actual date. Emma was not best pleased but agreed that it is an easy mistake to make when someone asks if you are available “a week on Sunday” or whatever. So we agreed that our Llandudno trip would be a celebration - a reminder of the honeymoon we never had. (We were married in haste and couldn’t afford one at the time.) To that end, she dressed up as my fantasy bride one evening and we had the sort of fun bride and groom are supposed to have on their wedding-night. Actually, the garment is more eye-catching than practical in its present form. Access to my brides tits was no problem, but the ensemble had to be taken off to get at her pussy. I have suggested to Emma that it needs a couple of press-studs or a strip of Velcro. At times, I am not a patient man.