If I really don't feel well we can just go home early, okay?" He nodded in agreement. Before I knew it we were at his dad's and we made our way into t...e house. They greeted us warmly, and we got dinner ready. There was about 15-20 of us at the house, all just family eating and talking about the past year. I got my food and sat down on the couch and my head started to hurt even more than before. I winced and shut my eyes, jeez this migraine. My boyfriend's dad came and sat next to me, he noticed. "We'll need to pick up some cleaning supplies too." Levins said as he closed the semi's doors."Mr Gargan to see you Mr Jameson," Betty spoke into the intercom as the private detective ogled her. He made her skin crawl, but she did her job and sent him in to speak with her boss."Much obliged, young lady," He tipped his imaginary hat to Betty and walked in through the frosted glass doors to J. Jonah Jameson's office.Robbie Robertson was standing behind his boss's chair to the right. They were. My wife, without child by her side! Break her out of this maternal mode she kept getting stuck in. A few hours of good clean fun. And hey, the night's paid for. We'd be partners in crime again. Old reliable car trouble. Nothing like an overnight miracle to recharge a few batteries! Let's ditch Anne and go fuck like crazy!My telepathic powers, per usual, were malfunctioning.I shifted my attentions to Anne to calm down. She was, when she was calm, a genuinely likable person. But she was currently. Please don’t stop. And I even moan and it sounds real. I almost start to feel good, almost start to believe it. It’s sliding in and out of me faster and I lift my hips, trying to pull it in further. Maybe if it would go in deeper, just a bit deeper, maybe it would feel better. ‘Oh, baby. Yeah, fuck me just like that.’ I start pumping my hips below him, trying to pull him in further, but he’s as deep as he’s going to go, and it’s not enough. I grab his clenching butt cheeks to pull him against.