"It's okay... " she told him, rubbing his back. "Are you drunk?" she asked. She didn't think he was.He shook his head slowly, still not looking at her.... He got up then, pulling his pants on in the dark."Where are you going?" she asked. "Are you leaving?" I gotta go," he mumbled."Ryan! Don't leave!"He ignored her, sitting on the bed as he quickly tied his shoes. She touched his arm, but he shook her off."Ryan! Talk to me!" she begged, in tears.He left quietly. She lay back in the bed, crying. Why. So I picked her up hero style and carried her to the bench. I unzipped her fly and grabbed each flap with a hand. I lay her down on the bench and tugged as hard as I could on both flaps of denim. Nothing happened. I didn't stop there, though. I tugged again and the material gave. The rip was right at the top of her pussy and it changed directions as it forked off to either leg. I worked on the right leg first, tearing the material down to her knee. I repeated this on her left leg and then. He had watched the kids on Saturdays while she went on business trips to Boulder and Lake Havasu. He had drunk domestic beer when he preferred imported lager. He had lived off the base, when she had asked, so she would be closer to her workplace.He had given up his mid-size pickup so that they could have a part-time maid. Nevertheless, the time for giving and consideration was over. She was determined to only take and not care about his needs at all. His guilt over the damage to her career from. Leaving a hand on my sensitive nipples, I slid the other over my belly and pubic mound to my steamy cunt. That’s when I felt extra arousal from the ring attached to my already sensitive clit. Rotating it one way then the other, I was ready to erupt. Yet I wanted to hold off, to enjoy the sensation for much longer, and to discover just how far this addition would take me.I ran fingers along my slit and back up to the ring. I gave it a gentle tug. Oooh, yes. That felt good. Continuing to run my.