’ She hesitated for a moment. ‘Actually, as you know, my sexual experience is very limited. I fantasize about Lyle because he’s the only man, ot...er than Richard, who has felt my pussy since we were married, much less doing anything more. ‘Standing there in the pool and letting him feel me and, even, have his cock against me was a major adventure. It’s fun to let my imagination fly and dream of things with him that I could never think of actually doing. In fact, as I told you, Lyle, as a. I keep thinking of him too. What he might be doing right now and constantly wondering if he is thinking of me at all. If he even cares about me to begin with? Etc, etc, etc. Insert standard sadness shit here, blah... As you know, I struggle with trying to distract myself with other tasks or activities that might help take my mind off how unworthy I feel - and how much wine I've consumed in recent months - but nothing is helping. I can't even find someone who is willing to hold me for longer. I was able to look up and as Bon let go of my hair, saw her kiss Bob and was about to turn back over and try and sit up when she broke off kissing Bob and moved over to me. Reaching down she grabbed hold of my hair and pulling me up off the couch to my feet, "Well bitch" she began "Did you enjoy my husband? she added and with that sent a hard slap to my face. For the next several minutes she stood there holding onto my hair as she viciously slapped my face hard, back and forth, switching hands. This wasn?t my... we both wanted to...please, please, please tell me you weren?t that drunk, please!" He wasbegging, now, as he reached out to hold me, but I jerked away from himin complete revulsion."Don?t you fucking touch me, you sonofabitch!" I screamed as I ran intothe lounge, blind with rage and fear and the need to just get away.Mitch followed, begging me to calm down the whole time. "Donnie! Donnie!Stop! Please! Think back to last night! I didn?t... we talked and wedecided... I didn?t.