Really stupid, because I got on a different bus than the one that took me home. This one looped around to Boomtown. I think maybe I was half expecting...for him to not be there. I knocked on the echoing door I waited a minute or two before I remembered it was supposed it be unlocked.Right, genius. I set my bookbag on the floor and clutched my jacket tighter around me. Not for cold, but for the stillness of the graveyard I was walking through. “Hello?” I asked into the hall of oversized tombstones. However, I still can't understand your own equally deceitful omission: why didn't you tell me you were home? If I had already fucked adulterously it wouldn't make me any more guilty if you let me go on and you would still be on the moral high ground. As it was it brought about the result you claim you don't want and changed my unhappiness about the way our marriage was going into a clear matrimonial offence. Couples do get round such facts but negotiation would have been easier without it.When. I swear. Let's go." she slipped in to her high heels and strutted out the door. The company had loved their presentation and were looking more into it. That meant a bonus for Scarlett and more work for Ryan. their day had started at 9 and it was almost midnight when Scarlett fell through the door throwing her heels at a wall. "Fuck I hate those," she sighed gratefully and went into the bedroom to change. Ryan collapsed on to the couch and stared at the ceiling "That was the longest day of my. You fingered fucked me and I moaned for you. You refused to add another finger into my hole because you didn’t want to spread me too much. You wanted my cunt to be tight when you were fucking me, you wanted me moaning hard for you when you took me, and it was always this way with you. You liked it tight, and I was always tight for you. I took care of myself, I only spread my legs for you and you knew it. Even after all the women you fucked, I was still home for you, ready with my legs wide.