Nothing new there. My work day was overloaded - like usual, I dropped my coffee and stained my shirt, ripped a stocking and the guy I've been trying ...to be semi-serious with is only interested in having a lay. Now, after being unable to decompress on my own, I'm sitting here on my couch with a bottle of Chardonnay and my largest - and favorite of late - wine glass while I try to write away my sorrows and frustrations. So, here goes: My life feels like a giant mess pile in a contractor trash. Again I most likely could have gotten by without doing any of that.It was Monday, so before I went to the 'Sit Down', I stopped by the laundromat to drop off my dirty clothes. My Vietnamese family greeted me with big smiles. They also promised me that the clothes would be ready for me, when I finished my walk."Thank you," I said as I went back outside to ride my bike to the 'Sit Down'. That ride was great fun for me. It also allowed me to be seen, which could only help people know that I hadn't. She sucked as best she could, fighting down the urge to gag, and finally found a rhythm that seemed to work. Walt grabbed the back of her head with one hand, forcing her to take his rigid staff deeper than normal, while using the other hand to knead and slap her boobs so he could watch them swing and bounce. Colleen grabbed the back of his legs to steady herself, as Walt continued slamming his cock…now expanded to its full 10”… in and out of her mouth like a jackhammer.Walt started catching his. I didn't know what to make of it but I knew that I had enjoyed the feeling of another persons hand on my tender, swollen breasts and God forbid what I was thinking but if she wanted to I would let her do it again. I turned out the light and rolled over, away from Bill, and put my hand underneath my nightgown and in between my legs and for the first time in more than twenty years I masturbated while my husband was sleeping not two feet away.Three weeks passed and I had almost forgotten about the.