The young woman ate slowly and methodically while staring out of her window. Her mind was a thousand miles away, thinking on nothing. Bite, chew, roll..., chew, roll, chew, swallow. And again. And again. Finally finished, she stood and walked to her bedroom. A wonderful cool breeze flowed through her bedroom window when she opened the glass panes. The sun was high in the sky but still flooded the room with its warmth. Lynn tugged her pants and panties down, struggling to get it over her expanded. When the four of us got there, Barry, the son who called us had pictures and old order sheets and memorabilia that we all mused over. One of the photos was a group picture from one of our Summer Company Picnics.We were all amused as we tried to put names to the faces in the pic and in the first row, in the corner, second from the right was Corrine. (pronounced Kor’-in) She was a cute native of Ireland who worked in the back of the warehouse as a go-fer of sorts. One thing I always admired about. Then what he did after that surprised me he put his ass up to the hole for me to play with his ass so I started fingering him then I'm getting hard so I stop and put my cock up to the hole for him and he starts sucking away. About ten minutes later he stops and grabs lube and lubes up my cock for him to put it in him and omg the pleasure was amazing. So about an hour I hear the guy from the booth next to me go oh fuck he pulls his ass off my cock then goes you made me cum without touching. Celine's comment about being owned and disowned was spot on. I emotionally disowned Dan after the second infidelity, even though we had the open marriage re-nup giving him permission for it. I've felt that loss since then. At times it hasn't been so bad. At other times it has been like a fresh open wound. We make a great team as co-habitators, but our sex life tends toward routine if I let it. Pretending that I own him long enough to drive us both wild with desire hasn't failed us yet. And now.