My own life was consumed with work and running the daily regimen of the house. The only new aspect of my life was how often I now needed to stroke my ...ock. The sight of Abby each morning in her short school uniform with the knee length socks would make me swell, and I had to hide the bulge in my pants beneath the kitchen table until she ran outside to meet the school bus. Within seconds I'd have my pants around my knees and my cock in my hands, stroking myself as I thought of eating her cunt. Then, take them to Customs and Immigration. They will let you stay with them if you want. Oh, and welcome to America!”“Thank you. It’s good to be back home!”I knew that. Every time I came back from India I had to pick up my luggage and let the Customs people paw through my clothes. And equipment. And souvenirs. Off to one side of the Customs area there was a similar area for everyone who didn’t carry a US passport.I waved my hand at the girls and said ‘Come’, whistling ‘Immigration Man’ by the. She said that deep down that she knew better. She must have hugged and apologized to me 50 times! She is such a good friend that I felt bad that she had felt that way even for a second because of me. But like I said, we worked it all out.So, after our hour long conversation and our mutual apologies she smiled and jokingly said "do you still want to suck off my husband"? I had been so upset that I said no, but after a lot of conversation she laughed and said "I'll feel better if you just suck. People described us as a volatile couple because it seemed we were fighting half the time and loved up the rest. And people stayed out of our way when we fought.But the fighting never lasted long and the making up afterwards was always fantastic. We’d given each other our virginities and explored what we could do to each other and with each other to make us feel good. There was a connection between us that would never die. We’d been right to split up when we did but I would never forget what.