I can't just throw you out and give you nothing. There's times I feel like it, just throw your ass out, and say take that slut! Go whore yourself and ...make a living. I'm just not made like that Marsha."Here is what I propose:"For now I am getting a separation agreement. You can live here with our sons. They need a home and a mother, even though you feel you don't get the attention you want. I am getting an apartment near by so the boys can see me whenever they want, and we can still attend the. ’ ‘But my room is warm – and has a wonderful view.’ ‘Are… Did you..?’ ‘I couldn’t imagine staying anywhere else.’ I hung my head. ‘I’m not sure I’m ready.’ ‘I understand. My only goal is to talk to you.’ He stood up and put some wood into the small fireplace. It soon burst into flames giving more light and heat to the room. We moved to the mat in front of the fire and sat facing each other. ‘Are you feeling all right? I’ve heard you’ve been sick.’ ‘Yes, it’s been rough. Bad weather, crowded. She was on the couch smelling the rose, he came back in and kissed her passionately as she wrapped her arms around him rose still in hand. He carried her into the bedroom, kissing her as they went. She felt so safe in his strong arms. He helped her off with her dress, and lay her down in the bed, pouring some massage oil on her body, he began to give her a massage with his strong but soft hands, rubbing down her body, massaging her also with his lips, his tongue and his breath. She felt his. Your breathing quickens, and you manage to get out the words, "I'm gonna cum." I stop. Your eyes get big and you let out a loud sigh, "Are you fucking kidding me?" I look up and smile as our eyes meet. You tell me I'm evil, and I respond with an, "I know baby." I roll over and start playing with my pussy while you watch. I want you to suffer. I slip fingers in and out, massage my clit, and moan your name. I do everything I can to drive you wild. I ask if you want to be untied and you start.