When Thursday arrived and I asked my husband what our weekend plans were, I was totally shocked when he told me; he had to go to another show in Ports...mouth. I was really upset by the change in plans. I told him, I really wanted to see Marcus and his band instead of this smaller less popular band that I really didn’t know. I even reminded him that I gave up on going to a swinger’s party so that I could go see Marcus and his show. I was really pissed, and I told him I was not having any excuses. If I apologize now, she won't really believe that I'm serious when I tell her that. And, I am serious this time, you have to believe me." Are you telling me that this is more important to you than us all getting back together again would be, Kenny?" I'm telling you that I want Brenda to understand I have no more room left to forgive her if she does something like that again. If that means what you're afraid of, then it wouldn't have worked for us anyway. I'm not into catering to or appeasing. Ronnie tried to smother me with her creamy thighs and wet pussy. Her moans and the movement of her ass told me that she loved this. Mel was now tonguing Ronnie’s asshole with no abandon. Every now and then Mel would slap Ronnie’s ass cheeks. Ronnie would yelp but told Mel to do it harder. This shit was so erotic. I know that the sensations that Ronnie was feeling in her ass were driving her to the edge. Ronnie tightened the grip on my head with her thighs. I knew that she was close to coming.. Decisions, decisions, ~ remember, the bottom line must always rule.Opening the closet wide, I could n't help admiring my figure, a thrusthere, a spin there, a arched spread to finish, none got me anywhere.Less selfying ~ more effort.I ran my fingers along the rack, pulled out a floaty maxi dress coveredwith pretty flowers, then pushed it back. No, today not outside, but bein the cool of the conference room. Actually not in, but just outsidethe entrance which I had spotted had a number of deep.