Seeing them together and obviously growing more meaningful to each other as each day passed gave me pause to think about Caitlin. What had happened to...our relationship? Where had it gone wrong? It seemed like we were so close for so long and then suddenly she was gone. Letters and cards once plentiful and personal became fewer and almost generic. In my conversations with Hanna and even with Caitlin's parents, their responses were the same. Caitlin wasn't writing anyone very often anymore.I. Shoot the mother fucker if he’s messing with your wife, that’s my motto. Thinking about masturbation, I have to tell you that I’ve been doing it for many, many years. It was a good sexual release since I didn’t want to cheat on Carol. After the last affair, I needed to do something for release since Carol and I didn’t do it as often. She caught me doing it one time and told me I was a pervert. I told her the truth, that if she didn’t want to have sex with me and I didn’t want to cheat on her. " I like it so far."She nodded. Her eyes went to the rental agent. They must have shared the same thought. The blonde woman unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, her bare breasts looking impossibly large in the light. Gloria had pulled her sweater off, her dark nipples already stiff with desire. The rental agent helped her with her skirt, and the two fell onto the bed kissing and fondling each other.He watched them for a bit. Their mouths were all over each other, kissing, sucking, tongues. She slurped loudly on it,making inarticulate pleasure sounds. “Mmmmm, mmmmm,mmmmm.” Cyndi moved up and started to kiss me deeply andpassionately. Her tongue moved in and out of my mouth.Then she moved up slightly and dragged my face to hertits. They were small, but well-defined. Her nippleswere firm under my lips. She started whispering, “Goahead, suck them, pull on them.” On hand reached downto play with her twat. “Ahhh… you like this? I knowyou want.