"We were going to get a divorce you know" she quavered "I loved him but he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. We tried but it just didn't work out, ...now he's dead, it's the last thing I wanted for him."We talked late into the night, we reminisced about all the good times, the trips to 'The Womb', the fish we caught and the ones we lost. Mum thought it would be a good idea to take the motor home back there after the funeral. To take stock of our lives. My job was only a casual one so I wouldn't. Really Jason? I thought. You don’t have to wait until Im sleeping to come jerk off, wake me up and FUCK ME.That night, I decided to play a little game. I went to sleep with just a shirt and my panties on and decided to wait up for him. I waited until almost midnight until finally I heard a knock on my door. With my back to the door, I pretended like I was asleep. I heard the door open and him walk in quietly. I heard him walk over to wear my dirty clothes were and could here him moving stuff. Carrying a sleeping Ananya in my arms along a rocky beach at the exit of the canyonlands, I’d passed a piece of driftwood, its length twisted from the tumbling waters and grey from exposure to the sunline. I might have seen it a dozen times in previous migrations, but this time something in the breaking tension of its curves and its setting in the landscape spoke to me. I’d dived into a takamakura that evening, absorbed everything it had about carving, and had a factotum produce a set of. Um... Have some more fun, that's all."Margery quickly grinned and said, "We'd love to." Margery!" Terri shouted, as she pulled on her friend's arm."Hey! Lighten up. It's only a harmless party with our boys." Yeah, but..."Margery rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. You can't. Your husband needs his dinner. But that doesn't mean you can't come back later, you know."Terri sighed, "Sorry, maybe some other time, Dustin." Gee. Okay, I understand. If you happen to change your mind, I'd love for you to.