”“Fuck me, Barb. Fuck me like you were a girl again, and I’m your lover. Fuck me and get all the comes you can. We’ll fuck again when we go up...stairs to my room.”“YES! I love this. I want some more of your cock now. I want all of your big, beautiful cock in my pussy when you get your come again.”“I love your sexy legs against mine. Those silk stockings makes me want to lay on your ass and fuck you from behind while I slide my legs between your legs.”“YES! I want you to lay on my ass and fuck me. I think there's something wrong with me, i feel disgusted with myself "She started stroking my hair"Why do you feel that way?"She sounded worried but tried to hide it "Yesterday i had a sexual dream...about zac" i told her the truth...well, a version of the truth."Oh honey that's normal, you're probably just connecting being a little lonely sexually and being a little lonely at home, you guys have changed so much in recent years, you used to be friends..." I can't stop thinking about it though!. ‘It’s not a joke, Iz,’ he let the breath out. ‘I swear I didn’t mean for it to get this far, but you have to know — I did it to protect you.’ ‘Protect me? I’m not a fucking kid anymore, who the hell do you –‘ ‘I didn’t mean to be patronizing. And I didn’t mean to snoop when I sat down to the computer one day and found a IM conversation you left up. With one so-called ‘StrictMaster’. Izzy cringed. Just when she thought she couldn’t get any more embarrassed. Now everything down to her internal. This was a bit of a shock because as far as I knew, her new husband was very well off and I could not understand how or why she was writing checks on one of our accounts, which she knew, was CLOSED.After picking up the list, I went to the county jail and arranged to me “my wife”. She came into the room where visitors were allowed to sit at a table with the prisoner and sat down. She looked like she had been crying non-stop and was really used up.I asked her what had happened and she just burst.