A huge hardon :D We go to the living room and sit down talking. It has been quite a while so its only polite to get some of the niceties out of the w...y...lol But seriously!!! He is always the picture of manners. I got a bottle of water, he always leads,but lets me sit first. I admit it, I LOVE his hands. He has very nice sized hands. Im sorry, I am picky, a mans hands have to be, well, manly. "how have you been?" he asks as he gently slips a hand into my sweater, my skin tingles as his hand. This left me with no other option but to look elsewhere for my adventures and satisfy my lust. It helped that hubby was abroad, and my daughters were almost always out of the home during the day. I had a very liberal office that tolerated my frequent absences. I have had many adventures with colleagues, relatives, friends, strangers, service providers at home. I even paid young men and sometimes with women too. I do not mind who my partner is, as long as my always present urge is satisfied.And. We’d been told he’d probably had only a minute or two of consciousness after his heart attack. It looked like he had tried to make it back to the interior door of the house after starting the car. I’d often wondered, in the weeks since, what he might have thought, lying on the cold concrete slab, feeling the life drain from him, as he heard the exhaust purr away, filling his lungs with gas.I shook the creepy feeling from my shoulders, pressed the remote to open the outer sliding door, and. " Ellen smiled and answered, "Easy Heatherand I share the work." Nancy was curious. "How do you divide up thechores?" Simple, we split it 50-50. She does all the domestic chores, such asthe child care, cooking and cleaning. For my share I bring home thebacon and pay someone to take care of the yard. That seems fair to me."Nancy gave Ellen a surprised look. "Is she happy with that arrangement?"Ellen shrugged. This was something that she never thought about.Ellen tried to explain her.