He is now fearfully looking up at me from his kneeling position, his left cheek glowing pink, in the shape of my hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I�...�m sorry” he keeps mumbling over and over…I quickly reach down with both hands to his collar and lift him to his feet and shake him “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” I scream inches from his face, and throw him. He flies a few feet to the ground again… sprawled and whimpering…I hate being this angry. I need to communicate to the boy that he had truly disappointed me.. Once Darryl left, Eve turns and doesn't say anything andjust goes upstairs to our bedroom. When that happened I thought I wasgoing to get divorce and my whole world is ruined. I stay downstairs, dothe dishes and clean up avoiding going upstairs. I was glad that I didn'tsee Eve come running downstairs and out the house with a suitcase so Ifigured that was a good sign.After an hour of hiding downstairs I decide to go upstairs and face myfate. Eve was still awake and waiting for me. She eminently. "Bloody hell, you've taken your knickers off" he whispered to her as he felt around her cunt. "You're very wet, may I?" he asked as his fingers were poised at her wet opening."Of course" she told him and angled her hips and opened her legs a little to help him as he pushed his fingers straight into her very wet cunt and proceeded to finger fuck her with stiff jabbing fingers."You are so wet I've got to fuck you" he said as he speeded up his finger jabbing."Only on my terms" she said, hanging. Air conditioning could only do so much in the big open space of the huge building, and it made for a wearing day. Jason was glad to get home, into the air conditioning of the house, get out of his clothes, put on a lightweight kilt he often used around the house instead of shorts, grab a cold beer and just chill out.Even though he'd lived alone for several years now, he still hadn't mastered the trick of doing decent cooking for himself. It wasn't that he was a bad cook, because he was a good.