I do not see a path to recovery. Yes, I am still in love with my wife, but I fear my future and I am unhappy with my present. I am afraid I will be se...tting myself up for disaster or disappointment if I overlook this indiscretion.Since finding out about her affair, I have learned a new understanding about myself and my needs. I have redefined my path and my plans. I will need an ex-wife willing to be half-way supportive of me in order that I can continue a decent relationship with my kids.. It went on for several miles and was somewhat crowded already, although most of the inhabitants were within a couple hundred yards of the entrance. Not really being able to see the girls anywhere I started down the ramp to the beach and resolved to remain vigilant.I walked between blankets and soon forgot my fear as I was being constantly distracted by numerous bikinis on all sides of me. I'd take particular notice when a bikini top was untied with its owner face down, hoping there'd be some. And I was the man who was going to do just that.My hands slid off her knees and along the outside of her thighs until they met the quilt and slid forcefully under her arse to cup and hold her firm cheeks, ensuring Liz could not escape even if she wanted to.My tongue was drowning in a sea of her cunt juices as it washed around the sides of her pussy and plunged deep into the depths like a free diver searching for pearls.I had been inside her less than a minute when Liz started wailing and. Someone left something for you. It was under the door when I woke up. Its over on the desk.’ After she left, Lindsey looked down at her sleeping sister’s hot body. A few of the pink rose petals that Farinella had scattered on the bed were now stuck to Katie’s pale brown ass. That’s so sexy. She watched as Katie flipped over onto her back, moaning happily with some dream or other. I love that belly button ring. I shouldn’t have stopped wearing mine, but Mark hated it. ‘You’re a mother, Lindsey,.