He had no desire to open Pandora’s Box too soon. Not that his life was any of her business anymore. Once he’d kicked her out, she had decided to t...avel and take some time to decide what she wanted from her life. In her own inimitable way, she had calmly stated that she no longer needed him and now she wanted her freedom. He sometimes wondered why he had ever thought it was possible for things to change. How naïve he had been. Duty and a sense of misguided loyalty had prevented him from seeking. Everyone spread suntan lotion on before we walked south along the beach. We waved to the neighbors, and walked for about fifteen minutes before starting back. The women tanned on the chaise lounges and most of the men rode the surf on the canvas rafts. About twelve-fifteen we walked back to the pool, rinsed off, and fixed hamburgers and polish sausage on the grill. In addition to garnishes of lettuce, tomato, cheese, and relish, we had cold pasta salad, fruit salad, potato salad, coleslaw, Bear. When I sat down, my eyes cornered over to John and then I realized my shirt was unkept and he could see my boobs. Of course when he noticed that I saw, he turned away. I threw a smirk at him and layed my head on his shoulder, giving him a better view before whispering in his ear, "What's wrong?" I said pouting my lips as his face turned pinked then red. He started writing and looking at the teach then quickly putting a book on his lap to hide his junk. "Hmm, nothing" Even though, I knew it was. John should have been home by now! What happened? Was he stuck at work? Maybe stuck in traffic? When would he get home? How much longer can I stand this? My mind began to race with possibilities. I began to panic a bit... the Sybian had no mercy - it just kept on vibrating inside me. When John finally came home, he came right to the bedroom, knowing where I would be. I was a moaning, sobbing, sweat and cum-drenched mess. I had nothing left in me, I had cum soo many times. I really don't know.