Striding to the kitchen, he walked through the door to find the candles nearly burned down to the holders, illuminating the room in eerie, flickering ...ight. He found the light switch, working quickly to reheat Camille’s dinner in the microwave and dig another candle out from the drawer where he’d found the others. Blowing out the two spent candles, he scorched his hand on hot wax when he removed the stub of one from its holder to put in the fresh one. Muttering a string of his father’s best. "Will you get a move on!" my husband's voice yelled, "The damned taxi is here." Coming." I shouted back.Gary was always like this, I could never get him to understand that if he wanted me to look my best it took time and it wasn't as if we were going anywhere vitally important, just a party at the house of an acquaintance of his. Picking up my purse and wrap from the bed I left the bedroom, turned out the light and made my way downstairs, Gary watched me as I descended with approval in his eyes. The action making the bed rock. She leaned forward, her long red hair falling across her face. “Damn it why do you have to - to - ugh I hate you!” She slapped his chest again. Her thighs squeezed around his legs. The soft skin of her ass pressed down against his knees.She looked down at his cock. “All because of this stupid thing.” She gripped it in one hand. Her fingers circling around it, not quite meeting the tips. “You - you even came inside of her.” She squeezed it. A bead of sperm welled. It has a mind of its own. As my finger finds its way to my clit, it twitches and begs to be touched by him. It is so sensitive. I slowly circle my clit. I am so wet. I give my pussy one final caress as if to say, Four more hours Kitty and he will be home. I am smiling as I drift off. I wonder what is going on in his mind right at this moment. Tonight, we may exhaust one another. HIM: Work really sucks tonight. I cant stay focused on my tables, and its beginning to piss off some of the.