And right into Agnes."Get lost on your way out?" he asked, slightly flustered.She ignored the comment. "Dr. Wheatley, there's a woman outside, sitting... on your front steps!" A woman?" A girl, really. A young woman. She was sitting there when I came in, an hour ago. She's still there. She needs your help."He regarded the situation with an impatient expression. "How do you know that?" Well, she looked as if she'd been crying when I came in. That was an HOUR ago! And she looks ... well ... you can. I needed to go to the bathroom, then I removed the blanket and stepped over my husband’s legs. When I returned, he was still typing, but his elbow was tucked tightly by his side. I thought it was very difficult for him to type in such position, so, I told him not to worry about bumping me. He answered he was sorry…He started typing again, his elbow in, but trying not to touch me. I had enough of this and bumped my tit into his elbow. He moved his arm. But I did it again; I told him everything. It just doesn't make sense.'I can accept that she stopped loving me; I'm not the greatest guy in the world. These things happen, but I thought she didn't even like me anymore. But you don't shove your tits into someone you dislike.'If she still likes me, even if she doesn't love me, why divorce me and not even look for a replacement?'My father was right. Women are a different species.'With that, he drifted off to sleep.Abby had sent David away to continue her much needed think-time. She had to. That was all it took, moments later, I felt her tongue come into contact with my labia as she buried her face into my crotch. Fuck! I moaned loudly as I felt my arousal skyrocket. A shiver ran through me, almost making me lose my balance. Luckily, I managed to remain upright as she forced her tongue past my lower lips. FUCK! I yelled blissfully as she began tongue-fucking the shit out me. My breath grew increasingly short as my moans grew ever-more powerful. There was so much arousal coursing.