Seeing her come into the room, Peter asked her to sit down, which she was more than grateful to do."Susan, I'm going to take tomorrow off. I'd appreci...te you staying home, also. We should have talked Friday night, certainly no later than Saturday afternoon. Since you refused to talk to me even at dinner last night before you went off on what I'm beginning to suspect it was a prearranged date, now is certainly not the time to talk. I want to sit down and talk tomorrow before I file for divorce.. I didn’t’ have to wonder for long. As I stepped through the doorway I was shocked to find her sitting on the table in nothing but her shorts and bra. I could feel my cock straining against my jeans trying to get free, somehow there was enough blood supply left to make my cheeks flush. “Sorry, it’s just sooooo hot outside.” She said coyly, making her way over to me- biting that fucking lip again. Her tits bounced with every step she took. “Lynne…” “Oh come on Harris, don’t think I haven’t. She tried to struggle, to wiggle away, but felt his hand clasp her neck from behind and press her face to the bed. His voice had been deep and throaty with passion; she had not recognized it; it sounded sort of like James’, but harsh with need and desire. Ann tried to turn her head enough to see the face of the man riding her. She was pretty certain the voice was James’, but she was not 100% certain. The gruff voice whispered, “Hold still. I’m not going to hurt you. Relax and let this. They say that behind every great man stands a great woman, but I am here to tell you that Marilyn Buckman has never stood behind me! No, Marilyn Buckman has always stood beside me, facing every challenge with me. F or better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, Marilyn Buckman has stayed, not behind me, but at my side, and I couldn’t have accomplished a tenth of what I have without her. So, thank you, Marilyn, for taking that chance on me all those years ago, and.