"So, how much time do you have before you have to make this decision?"I laughed. "Point taken." By the way, are you still with her? Is there anything ...going on to change the state of your marriage and your relationship? Do you come home to her? Does she get to take you into her bed? Will you be comforting her when she is troubled? Is she going to have any of your children?" Rhetorical questions suck. Not only do you have answers to them, you have the right answers."Karen did me the courtesy of. She barely heard him ‘Two’ while her fingers worked at her clit.Strokes four five and six were each on the same spots and hurt like hell. She lost a bit of concentration and her fingers slowed down a bit.The next six were on the sides of her bottom with an even coverage. This was more pleasurable, very warm but not to sore.The next twelve were a different matter though, after rubbing his now pre cum dripping cock along her ass crack he used his left hand to pull up her right buttock to get to. "Hello, Annette. It's so good to see you again," Jane Long was a good-looking woman of thirty-three with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a trim body with large, heavy tits which had not yet begun to sag with age and child rearing. Her ass, while still superbly shaped, was slightly well padded."Hi, Mrs. Long. Hope you enjoy yourself. Mr. Long told me to send you out."Mrs. Long gracefully walked to the car and got in. They left, as Annette walked into the house and shut the door.She went. However, when Caitlin switched to Internet Explorer and clicked on the Hotmail bookmark then she found what she was looking for. In truth, it wasn’t that compromising. The woman that Ken was corresponding with—assuming that Q18-Sunshine was a female nym—was quite discreet and Ken—imaginatively known here as Ken123456—stretched his prose only as far as specifying dates and places at which they could meet. But what disturbed Caitlin the most was that although the woman Ken wrote to had a nym.