She had to get her home so she could play with her. “Sarah, we should get you home, you don’t look so good.” She looked at Sarah and could see t...hat she was starting to get a glazed look in her eyes. “I don’t feel so good, maybe you should take me home. Things are starting to get… hehehe fuzzy.”Harlyn paid the bartender for the remainder of their bill and loaded Sarah into the car. Harlyn felt herself getting more and more antsy and her domineering side was coming out. As she drove them back to. What might have been, eh? She was only 22, three years younger than me, when we parted. Oh, we saw each a few times for another year or so but, really, once I moved north, that was it. I was chasing a career: ambitious, determined, strong-willed and ready to rule the world. The move north was for a better position, higher pay and another step up the career ladder. ‘Come with me, Gaynor,’ I said. At least three times I asked. I really wanted her with me but I wasn’t going to beg. Three times was. ‘You were standing right there, she snapped. ‘Why the hell didn’t you?’ I thought of the man in the window across the street and felt body flush with that same strange heat. Noticing Blaine’s hard gaze, I tried to keep myself in check. ‘He’s leaving his wife,’ I clasped my hands together over my heart. ‘He promised.’ ‘Jesus Christ…’ Blaine stomped out of the room without another word. That was how it had been for months since the fated threesome. Mark would show up unannounced, and like a. V. and I was disappointed. I joined my wife in bed and she talked about being back in Maine and how she loved it. She snuggled in wrapping my arms around her feeling her ass push against my cock it started to rise.I wanted to save it for my mom but my wife had other ideas, she reached behind her and started to play with it through my boxers, then pulled it through the slit in the front and continued to get me harder with each stroke.My hands traveled from her stomach to her breast, kneading.