I need some space.”“Space for what?”“Space to… to work a few things out.”“You want us to split up?”“No! At least not yet,” he repl...ied cruelly.There was a long pause. I could think of nothing to say that wouldn’t make things worse.“How long do you mean?” I stammered, reality forcing its presence on me hard.“I don’t know. Maybe days, maybe longer but I need to put a bit of distance between us.”“Pete please...”“I think we both have big decisions to make, don’t you?” Pete continued. “As I see it. She found she was afraid of voicing her feelings in case they weren't reciprocated. That would devastate her, she knew, and she was scared of testing it directly. So she used indirect means, testing him in ways that were less of a frontal assault than simply asking, "Chris, do you love me? Are you in love with me?"The trouble was that Marianne didn't really trust the answers because they weren't direct. So, she was on tenterhooks.Last night was another example. Chris, the courteous man that he. Again, it was eagerly taken.“And you’ve made even more mess on the sheets,” Summer said jokingly. Gagged by the large silicone dildo the girl tried to apologise but could only produce gibberish. Summer slid the dildo from the girl’s mouth and tossed it towards the suitcase on the bedside table.“Enough of all these pretend cocks … time for the real thing, don’t you think?”Penny’s eyes widened again. She felt exhausted but apparently the night was not yet over.“Let’s see how good you are at. Her thigh came into deliberate contact with his cock and he groaned. “Pleased to meet you.” She told him. Don knew that his wife had bisexual tendencies but he had not known that she had a lover until a few minutes ago. Don was of the old fashioned male school and frowned on any relationship other than the natural male and female ones. Sandra had wanted to tell him about her nineteen year old lover for a while now. She hated the secrecy and subterfuge; she preferred things to be out in the.