Thank Heaven none of the other drinkers were people she knew!With the fumes of her brandy doing their relaxing work, Veronica had failed to notice how... the skirt was slipping off her legs, revealing again that wealth of milk white skin that had so enlivened the journey of dozens of passengers on the 168 bus earlier that day."Is there anybody sitting here?" Veronica glanced up sharply, her euphoria temporarily dissipated. A tall young man, not quite so smartly dressed as most of the other. ”“I’ll apologize to him and Ellen later,” Jan said. “Meanwhile, we need you now, Jake. Don’t let yourself shift back.” She turned to Ellen. “I need for you to avoid attracting Jake’s attention. For now, please try not to talk.” She looked up at Kara and Leanne. “Do what you can to keep our Jake from slipping away.”“Yes, ma’am,” Kara said.Leanne nodded.“Now that everybody knows the whole story, it’s time to decide what we’re going to do. I don’t have anything against Dom Jake. I don’t have a. As soon as she looked coherent again, I slid back into her, causing her to moan out again. My thigh muscles protested at me but I ignored them and started fucking her again. Her nails clawed at my back, the pain shocking me at first. It felt so good I thrusted harder which made her drag her nails down my back as she moaned my name out through another orgasm, making me cum with her again. I was determined to give her as many as I could before I stopped. She fell back to earth and I could feel a. How could I have sex with a body I didn’t love? A question I have always pondered was, “Did I ever truly love my wife?” I guess I did in some ways, just not the right ways for the wife.We argued about money, of course, and the kids, who I adore, even if the act of getting them was a chore.Then one day out of the blue, it happened. It was a Tuesday evening and she – I can’t really call her my wife anymore - gave me a beer and told me change was coming and I had to accept it! If I didn’t accept.