Once inside, I looked around and decided to go to the end of the bar farthest from the door. I figured that would be the best place to watch. Watch wh...t? Again, I shrugged that off and sat down.I ordered a ginger ale and asked for a menu, deciding to try the house burger with all the trimmings, even though it was listed as spicy and I am not usually fond of spicy food. I found it to be surprisingly good, and started to enjoy my meal, although I needed several refills on the ginger ale. No. I thought. I was pissed off, and horny. A combination that should not mix. He was turning me down again. I hadn't meant to fall for him, but after a year of amazing sex with this man it was kind of hard not to get attached, I was only human right?! So, instead of a night of passion with my married lover I went round to my friends where we would drown our sorrows til the early hours. "I just don't fucking understand him" I slurred to Lottie, many hours and many bottles of white wine later.. He seemed quite needy. I wondered if he sensed that part of me was elsewhere, and his lust reflected deeply buried insecurity.Later we had a light, early breakfast together in the kitchen. I sipped coffee in my robe, watching him putter and bounce around the house as he waited for his airport limo. He seemed edgy, nervous, eager to go. He avoided my eyes.He travelled to Seattle on business at least once a month, often twice. He always took an early flight on Sunday, arriving early in the. Susan sucked in her breath in delight as an orgasm began to boil in her belly. Her son's mouth was creating sensations she had never felt before and her cunt felt as if it were on fire inside of her."God! Baby!" Susan moaned. "Your sucking my clit! It's so good! God! I've never felt anything..."Susan stopped abruptly when John inserted two fingers into her well-lubed fuck chute and worked them around. Her legs spread wider as her son swirled his fingers inside of her, massaging the moist,.