Today would be fine!”“I’ve got no idea whether that would be enough to ... solve this problem, Marty. I mean, married guys leave home, too.”�...�I have got a little something else in the works too, Sarah. Something I’ve been working on for some time.”“What?”“On February 1, I’d like you to set an extra place for dinner. We’re going to have a guest. He’s coming by to see all three of us that afternoon. From Atlanta.”“Why are you being so mysterious, Marty?”“Because this one is all on me, Sarah. If it. ”“They won’t care.”“Good.”They continued, talking about him. His experience in Chicago. All of it. She liked hearing about him fucking. Even being fucked. It became phone sex, which put them both to sleep. He barely cradled the phone when he told her he loved her and goodbye.He awoke late morning feeling rested. Eddie waited for him at the kitchen table. He looked a little green. The kids occupied themselves in the living room. Their rambunctiousness completely ignored by Eddie. He dumped the. "In the car, in the darkened parking garage, they kissed. Sara batted Laura's hands away from her breasts. "Not here!" I can't wait. I want to touch you."But Sara remained subdued. Clearly she was bone-weary, and she even fell asleep briefly in the car on the way home. As they entered the downstairs door to her apartment, they noticed lights, music, many people in the street-level apartment below hers."They must be having a party," Laura said. "On a Wednesday night?"Sara shrugged, pulling her. There was a smirk of confidence or better said, control, painted on Sheri's face. I took my second deep breath, this time sucking the air past my lips, down my throat and into my expanding chest. Sheri turned her gaze from the mirror behind the bar to my eyes. She watched my expression as I licked my lips and swallowed knowing that the buds of my tongue tasted the ravenous flavor of pussy. My gaze and Sheri's gaze mutually shifted downwards. Her knees had parted causing the hem of her skirt to.