I'll do anything. Here, how about...."Damn if she didn't get down on her knees and rubbing throbbing cock licked herlips and offered me a blow job fro...m heaven. I was tempted. What I didn'tunderstand is why she was so upset. I was the one laced up. God it was intense.Every step causes a reaction. I had to go through with it. Damn it was going tobe wild walking out there.Catching me at the door she made one last ditch effort. With a huff she grabbedthe heels and screwed off the short metal. When the videos played I became even more confused and agitated. "I don't understand. How... ? What... ?" I took a moment and asked "Why do I remember things one way but these say they didn't happen? If she wasn't having an affair why has she been pushing me away for the last three months?"LindaI sighed. For the first time today he was willing to listen. "Do you remember the hypoglycemic episode Wanda had?"He nodded "When she went to visit her mother. What about it?" It wasn't a hypoglycemic. Maddi jumped. Her trembling hand placed her phone atop her purse and turned. “I was thinking maybe you’re right. Starving myself is a bad idea.” She held her breath, hoping Diana would buy the story.Diana said nothing. She nodded and leaned on the railing. “Any new girls, Maddi? I haven’t heard anything since Mary.” Diana picked up her glass and clanked it against Maddi’s. “You been holding out on me?” She cut a playful yet piercing glare at her sister.“No, sadly,” Maddi lamented over her. “Drew must have left,” I thought. I sprang out of my seat and ran upstairs to see if that was the case, and sure as hell it was. While I was in our bedroom I grabbed my wife’s t-shirt off the floor, and then I brought it with me to the kitchen. By the time I returned to the kitchen, Vicki had taken a seat at the table. She was understandably shaken and distraught, with tears running down her cheeks. Frankly - I didn’t give a flying fuck... I whipped her t-shirt at her and told her to fucking.