"Moments later, with Kaiser out of the way, they lay bare-assed on the bed, lock in one another's arms. Bette was on fire with the desire to be fucked... She wanted so very much for it to be Kaiser, to feel his long stiff prick in her but until he had been broken in as he would certainly would be later on tonight, Don's prick would more than suffice. Her head spun with the powerful urges that filled her with lascivious longings to feel his hard on in her mouth, her cunt, her ass, anywhere as long. I asked him hey wanna come over for a bit. He said yes and he had caught a taxi so if I could give him a ride home after that. So I got in the front and asked her to get in the back with him . Our drive home was about 20-25 mins as we made our way home soon as I got on the highway I could see they where both feeling each other up and I started to here her breath hard. And she came up to my ear and said you don’t mind him fingering me do you baby. I was precuming already so bad and I could not. "But the place is clean if still a bit unorganized." I looked her up and down. She looked good, real good. I said so. "You look terrific." Thank you, Harlan. You look better too—slimmer and more, I don't know, something," she said."Yeah, something," I said. I know she didn't mean it as a put down, but her qualifications about my looks made me realize, once again, just how out of her league I was. Hell, I wanted to cry. In the two years since the divorce, I'd gotten laid maybe five times, and. I began to drop hints to Eric that I couldn’t see us moving forward from where we were, and we might have to separate rather than stagnate. He would always look so hurt when I talked like that, and I would back off and kiss him and tell him how very much I appreciate having him in my life. All of which were my true feelings. But I kept coming back to how I just couldn’t see life providing a path to the happiness we sought. Eric often conceded that I was right, but he wanted to keep fighting for.