“Not really, anyway. Tiffany said you talked over her on the phone last time she talked to you. I’ve noticed that you are sometimes more intereste... in talking than listening. It doesn’t happen a lot but it does happen.”“That happens to everyone,” Phil countered. “You do it, too.”“I know I do,” Hailey agreed. “But you don’t. You’re the guy everyone goes to when they want someone to listen to them. And you do. You had a debate with Katelyn over politics and I know you don’t believe anything you. Lifting my hips onto the counter and pulling my shorts off, he ran his finger up and down my cunt making me moan and squirm.“Please! Fuck me…!” I nearly shouted. He smirked and took his thick cock in his hand. Pushing the head of his cock in made my pussy tighten around it as he pushed the entire length of it in. He withdrew an inch before plunging back into my aching hole ever so slowly.I groaned wanting more. Instead of fucking me, he opened my pussy lips and rubbed my clit back and forth. “Ah! Joe!” I climaxed hard, shooting my cum on the door.Once I was done pleasuring myself, this old memory faded away, bringing me back to the present. At that moment, I was in my restaurant’s washroom masturbating to the memory of my ex-wife Joe Marj.I know Joe Marj is an unusual name for an Indian woman. Actually, she was little when her entire family moved to England. They wanted to blend in, so they had their names changed. She could have picked a simpler name. But she wanted to be. She tried to talk without getting hysterical, ‘Stephan,’ she sniffed, ‘don’t forget me, okay,’ she said, sighing. Stephan pulled her into his arms, held her tight, and placed a hand on her head. ‘Oh Kylie, I could never forget you,’ he pulled her head from his shoulder and looked into her baby blue eyes, ‘you are my best friend and I love you. I will never be able to forget all of the great times we’ve had together. I will try to write every day, okay. Please don’t be sad, it makes it harder.