..”“Fuck off you bitch, you tricked me. You know I didn’t want this shit, fuck off and leave me alone.”“Suit yourself,”Michelle does not m...ss the irritation in her words and the observance gives her a small reason to smile. “Good, hope I really pissed off the bitch,” and she wonders what the time is, the only clock she has seen in the house is the one in the office earlier.For some reason the short interaction with the woman gives her the impetus, to stand to go and sit at the window and face. I moaned, grinding my hips against him, the need to find my climax growing by the second. "Oh, yes baby! Give it to me." He circled it faster and faster, pinching my nipples harder and harder until I was literally squirming and squealing beneath him on the bed. He stood quickly and coated the head of his dick in my juices. "What are you doing?" I protested. "I was so close!" "My folks are back," he said with urgency, his mouth slicked with my moistness. I was just about to answer when he. ”“What do you mean?”“She spent weeks seeing another boy in Munich and carried on conversations with me as though nothing was happening,” I told him.“Oh shit” Geoff said, overhearing, “why would she do that?”“When I challenged her, she said she was lonely, he was friendly, and she just fell for him.”“That’s bad,” he replied.“No, that’s stupid. If she had told me she had a friend over there, and he was male, then probably, I’d have come straight home and not decided to surprise her. Now she’s. I know her breathing like I know my own. If she gets up in the middle of the night, I wake up. I have worried about her, been grief stricken over her, I have lived my life to make her happy and never regreted one minute of it.She is a loving wife and mother. I trust her completely with all aspects of my life, my heart, my soul. I have never missed a birthday, an anniversary, a special occasion that we shared. I live for those moment when I can make her gasp or smile.My children think I am.