I picked up the phone. "Hey. Is this Carol?" What does my bum husband want? Did he have to give the phone to you?" Uhh... is it true that you are gonn... be gone for good?" Yeah. Maybe I will send him the papers in the next two weeks or so." Dang." I'm sorry you are in the middle of this." It's... kinda okay."I then left the room making sure he wouldn't hear what I was going to say to him next."Umm. Carol. One question." Yeah?" Is he drunk? Can you tell?" Nah I think he is just in his pre-drunk. "Max looking at me with serious face."Is it Fiodor ... eh... your friend?" His name is Fyodor and yes, he is a friend ... sort of." Ok. I will check what I can do for you guys."We drove back to my flat. We kiss one more time and I got out of car."Can we meet again?" I hear him asking, but I don't answer, I just smileback and go away.*******Memory of last night makes me forget about bad dream. When I come backfrom the date with Max, in the living room there was a small party withAlf, Lena, J&T. I took my cock back, and took some more oil, and poured all over her ass. I felt her ass hole with my finger, and slowly I lubricated her asshole with my finger.My index finger went inside her hole, she released another moan. I tried to insert my second finger, making her asshole a bit bigger. Her ass pressed against me. Both of my fingers went all the way inside. I started to rotate my finger while being inside, lubricating some more. She was going crazy!Mom: Just put it in there, dear, it’s. I have the feeling that they are not sleeping together. Just flirting in a pub. Perhaps it would not be a cause of alarm for some women. She may be an old friend. A client. But the distance I had sensed between my husband and I recently, coupled with this scene before me have my intuition aroused. And I feel the twisted urgent sickness of fear and rage. Soon I can see he is ready to leave. There have been no kisses on lips, no arms linked and no touching of a sexual nature. Nothing to show.