I'm pretty certain it's not any Faustian bargain that's going to cost me my soul, but that knowledge doesn't make the moral ache go away.If I respect ...his car at all, and the person that may well be behind it, then I had to do my best by her. And that started out by figuring out why she was here in the first place. Easier said than done.There were several possibilities. In fact, I was discovering that my whole relationship with this car is a series of lists, and this was just the start of. ”“Why, we got something going on you haven’t told me about yet?”“Hmmm may-be”, my wife Sam replies playfully, “It depends. First, find out if the kids have a place to stay for the night, and then I’ll consider telling you about it. I know how hard it is for you to get an idea out of your head once it’s put there soo...if you want to know, be a good little hubby and go find out. Okay?”“Uh, I guess so”, I answer back wondering what she has cooking up, “But I want to know what’s going on either. Kicking the drawer closed with my foot, I turn around and return to the side of the bed.Your angry cock demands attention. You stop struggling and try sweetness. "Sit on me, sexy girl. Hop up here on my cock with your warm, wet pussy."I feel the tug, the longing for you, but I have to be strong. You must be punished. I drag a small armchair to the side of the bed. I slide into the chair, lean back, drape my legs wide over the chair arms, red shoes dangling. Just the right angle so you have a. "She just moved and it was too hard to keep things up. We just bickered a lot toward the end. Also I wasn't getting everything I needed from her," I said, looking over at the naked girl."I'm sorry, Jason. Relationships are hard work. You'll be OK. A handsome boy like you. Look how you've grown into such a man." As she said this, she scanned me over and I could have sworn she emphasized "man" when looking at the slightly obvious bulge in my board shorts. I assume the alcohol was taking effect,.