”“Ok, then I’ll call them. I’m sure it will be fine. One weekend’s the same as any other, right?”“No, not really. This weekend is the an...ual summer celebration. Bowling for Soup is playing and will be fireworks, a balloon festival, all kinds of stuff happening. We agreed to go weeks ago, and the Clarks paid extra to book the cabin you insisted on getting. Why am I having to tell you all of this? Are you so obsessed with your yoga stuff that you forgot about our marriage and our friends?”“Can. .. Jack." I wished I could kick myself for that slip but he didn't seem to pay it any mind."Let's go get the rest of your luggage and we'll get you checked in to your room, OK?" he suggested, taking my carry-on off of my shoulder before I could protest. I quickly swung my laptop case around to the front to shield my groin."Sure, that sounds great. I'm starving, man. I haven't eaten in, like, two days." Why not?" he inquired, looking puzzled as he led the way to the baggage claim area."Oh, you. It wasn’t long at all before i was shooting my spunk over the white porcelain of the hand bowl. Not one of the best wanks, but a most satisfactory one.Later on, just as I was leaving she came home and I apologised for leaving her with a mess in the bedroom, but she did say she’d tidy up and as I left I mentioned that her draws had fallen over and I’d put everything back in one. Knowing that she then realise what I had found.As I walked away she shouted after me that her boyfriend would be. The only reason I didn't give my folks any surprizes was because Daddy kept a good supply of condoms in the house and never bothered to take inventory. By the time I started dating 'officially', I was experienced enough to know what I wanted and how to get it. Going out with a boy meant finding an isolated spot and screwing our brains out until the last possible moment before we absolutely had to go home. I dated every boy for fifteen miles around and there were only two who didn't stick their.