We said our pledges of chastity before anyone had even explained the birds and the bees to us. We were married the summer after high school graduation... and that was when the problems started. We stuck it out for 7 long years, during which time we both went to college, and Liz attended law school against the wishes of her family. We never had any kids, luckily. After 7 years of marriage, we both realized how unhappy we made each other, and separated amid a big fight. Divorce followed a few. When I looked over at my wife, she had her legs up... damn you room for being so poorly lit... that girl was in between her legs, I couldn't really see it but I saw her hand grasping the table. She never made a sound but I could see her hips moving slowly up and down. My dick was now ROCK ON HARD babay, if she was getting THAT treatment... wooohooooo... I'm gonna get my dick suck... so I thought. I kept my eyes on her, I truly wish I could have been able to see better but I knew she was having. Well I just came in to grab something to eat.” Joe said. From the way he was talking I guessed he felt a little awkward too. I shrugged. “Cool.” I said knowing that he probably had the munchies. “What are you eating?” “Silverside and salad.” “Nice, is there any of that left?” He asked standing in the open door of the fridge. The fridge beeped at him. “What the...?” “You’ve had the door open too long.” I told him. “It’s telling you to shut it.” “Oh.” He replied swinging the door. George asked me, “Don’t you feel sick at all?” I replied “nope” but with a bit of a happy drunk/high tone of voice. I’ll always remember what he said next. “You’d make a great alcoholic.” Gee, thanks George.Later that night, Georges friend Kurtis (George called him Kurtis Blow) called and asked if we wanted to come over. So we hopped in the car, somewhat sober, and rode down to his house.-At Kurtis’s house after sitting down with some beers-As we sat there on the couch, listening to Tool,.