His lawn was always neat and clean though. He mowed faithfully every Saturday at noon in his winter coat and dark sunglasses. His landscaping was awes...ome in the front yard. Nice flowers and shrubs neatly trimmed with precision. Judging by the looks of him, he would look nice if he took as much care with his beard and hair. I felt so bad for him. He paid for his items with a dirty and slightly torn 20 dollar bill, thanked me and left quickly.I hadn't noticed that he left until I reached to give. ....fuck me....more......harder....Oh my...I....god that is naughty.....Am I naughty boys...."No answer, but a loud slap, one more.....and "Oh...please...yes...."....a slap...."I...a naughty girl....I deserve it...".....two slaps...."god...not more.....fuck me....oh oh....."Beebeep.....a picture.....my wifes face.....grims of orgasm.....Beebeep....picture zoomed out.....wife on all four, tits hanging, a man behind her, pulling her hair, her head is forced backwards......Beebeep....picture..she. The bus ride dragged on interminably, and boys she knew kept wanting to relate to her, to talk, kid her, tease, or flirt... Hurry, hurry, hurry, she thought, exhorting the bus driver to drive faster and traffic lights not to turn red.She arrived home. Her mom and dad weren't there. She knew they wouldn't be home for hours, and it was only the site over the fence that stopped her from running to her bedroom, ripping off her clothes—she loved it when she could take them all off and be entirely. ‘Ow, Soph -‘ ‘I understand that you’re a lying, uncaring bastard who thinks he has a right to my every private thought while keeping two years of your life to himself.’ Casting his hands from her clasp, she stomped her foot in fury. ‘Two years Cole! She took you away from me for two whole years and you won’t even tell me how it ended.’ ‘Just leave it, Sophie, I mean it,’ Cole gritted out. ‘Why.Did.You.Send.Bella.Away?’ Toe to toe and yelling up into his face, Sophie punctuated each word with.