His own spouse had not lowered her knickers for him ever since the birth of the last child and their period of abstinence had already passed its first...annual celebration.He had grown accustomed to his wife’s pecks on the cheek and customary verbal expressions of Love and devotion, but he sensed she was not the same person he had married and her attitude had drastically changed ever since he had been “demoted” in the pecking order of church hierarchy.Her trips to Oxford had become more frequent. "You've said it every time we moved." Throwing my bags down I decided I should walk around town and see if there was anything good around here."Amanda." I heard my mom say before I could get to the door. I turned to look at her, and she walked over to me. "I just wanted to say I love you." She hugged me, and then turned toward the kitchen. I didn't really care about the house. I had plenty of homes to say this one was just another temporary stop. There was no reason to get acquainted.. Their cottage was a small two-bedroom bungalow with a small kitchen and an even smaller bathroom. It was thought that one could bathe in the warm saltwater bay and rinse off the salt with fresh water at the shower down by the sandy beach. It was already getting late so they all said their 'good nights.'The walls were thin. Maurice could hear the other couple in their tiny bedroom making love as Erica was quite vocal in her lovemaking. Maurice's dick got hard thinking about her. He was tempted. And 'side' it is - because Jackie had wrote how and what she would do to get her father and brother to her 'side'. Obviously, my revealing the diary to Darren had been a mistake - he had immediately shown a reluctance at hearing a word I said, the signs obvious after twenty years of marriage. Perhaps it was even guilt that I may stumble across something about their Sunday afternoons. If he only knew!Next to me Darren read his book. When we first married - we would make love practically every.