Michelle took the opportunity to comment, too.By the end of dinner, they were speaking barely above a whisper, just loud enough for their voices to ca...ry to each other's ears. Sebastian could see by the looks that were directed their way that everyone just assumed they were a couple of young lovers, as if life were always that simple.Whatever they were, they walked nearly arm-in-arm back to the van. Sebastian wanted to interpret the look in Michelle's eyes as love, but he'd been burned by that. He and his training partner Justin were doing arms this morning, which was usually a very enjoyable workout, but Scott’s head was not in it, and Justin could tell. “What the hell’s the matter with you today? It’s not like you to be distracted during a workout, but your brain looks like it’s a million miles away right now.” “I’m sorry brother. I don’t know what is the matter this morning.” Which was a boldfaced lie, but that was OK. Scott knew exactly what was the matter, but he couldn’t tell. .” With that my wife gave out a series of yells and I felt her wetness flood into my hand as her body writhed with her orgasm. “You … You bastard …” she panted. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Wait here.” Retrieving some shorts that were laying on the floor I fled down to the back door and stepped outside. I waited until Warren was returning with his mower and then waved at him to quit. He did so, and looked at me, clearly puzzled. “Hey. What's up?” I grabbed my still hard cock. “This.. I began to recognize this withdrawal as a habit of mine, and not a very constructive one. Somehow I was getting into another funk, a slow downward mood slide. Although I was still attentive to Martha and Ronnie, I was less talkative, and definitely less frolicsome with Ronnie at lunch on Tuesday.As Ronnie dug into her food Tuesday I gazed out the window, chewing slowly and absently.Ronnie said, "Hey, you. Knock knock."I turned to her.She wiped her lips with her napkin. "Remember me?"I said,.