.strangely enough, I wasn't! In fact, rather than angry, I found myself very sexually aroused by it!Our marriage was over. I didn't try and fool mysel... into thinking it wasn't, and yet, in spite of the fact that we were no longer married, I would have gladly gone back to her...even if she kept fucking Duane, or whoever else she might have fucked besides him; but she'd made it perfectly clear that there was absolutely no way that she wanted back together with me! Nevertheless, I carried a torch. ’ Disbelief again… ‘You’re NOT available as far as I know! And that’s not what I’m saying!’ ‘Yes it is! You want me to be all over you all the time, and I’m not doing it!’ ‘NO! That’s not what I’m saying! I just want you to touch me SOME of the time in public! Why is that so hard?’ Tears well up again. Rejection rejection rejection… An angry glare, dark glower of condemnation, ‘Because you’re trying to control me.’ ‘I’m NOT! But everyone else can touch you! And if I try to you pull away or you. You let me play with your boobs, but never let me see them.”“I know, but it was a little weird for me to make out with my brother. About the time I decided I wanted more, you joined the service. Then I got knocked up and married Frank,” Betty said as she rocked her hips against Bob’s probing fingers.Reaching over, Betty stroked Bob’s hard cock. They kissed while masturbating each other. Rolling on top of her brother, Betty slotted his cock into her pussy and lowered herself.Bob covered his. The following morning they had only been riding for an hour when they encountered the first caravan. Tamalain could tell from the wagons and cargo that these folks happened to be farmers. She wanted to know why they were moving and singled the caravan leader to hold for a moment."Well miss, we heard that the roads are open and mostly safe now. My kin and I have wanted to move back to the places our families farmed before the fires. The soil should be in fantastic shape by now and ready to grow.