“We’ll have to make them.” Katie sent.“?idk” was the mournful reply.“I’m at home if you want to talk,” Katie sent.“k :)”Fifteen mi...utes later Katie was opening the door to Nikki, who had walked. Briskly, judging by her glowing skin. Or jogged even, which Katie knew she could do easily, in her trainers and miniskirt and tee. Nikki had so much energy she often ran just to get where she was going sooner.Nikki couldn’t help grinning stupidly as she stepped into Katie’s hall. Katie was grinning. As she got to his inner thighs, her hands would start on the part that was facing up and move slowly down to where his legs met his body and finally down the length of his upper leg. When she would do this her hand would brush over his hard cock between his legs. It wasn’t a deliberate stroke, and Mike was sure she had to know that it was there and she was touching him, but the fact that she made it seem like it was just part of the regular massage was incredibly hot. Mike felt the towel. .. well that was just a little too much. Especially since both arresting officers attend that church.”Yes, the Reverend William “Billy” Thornton, son of the former governor of Texas and pastor of the First Baptist Church of Thornton, Texas was the man who was trying to polish the head of his dick in my wife’s throat. I’m not sure if his pathetic dick was even long enough to have reached her throat.And yes, in case you are wondering the town is named after some of his ancestors.As I mentioned. The divorce is painfully slow, meetings about this and that are beginning to feel like a hot sweaty day covered in glue rolling through broken glass! I get home and pretend that my c***dren are still there I hear ghostly laughs, feet running across the floor, and faded images of laughing faces, although only in my mind’s eye, I have a hole in my life, the sound of the quiet is so loud! Sunday morning comes early the blanket of night has not lifted yet I roll off the bed still dressed in my.