I fucking hated masturbating with my left hand. I kicked off my pants as I swung back out of bed. I shook away my insignificant blood loss. I looked a... the spatter on the wall. I could smell my piss in the air.“Yeah, maybe I’m right? Maybe I have no business around kids.” I frowned and headed back for the couch.“Her name is Noel, I have a dream about her...” I murmured to myself. My mind on my daughter’s chubby face before my view rolled up to see the soft smile on Amanda’s. She was beautiful.. She must have sensed that too. She seemed to push her ass up against me to help keep my cock inside of her as long as possible.Because of the exhaustion and the effects of too much alcohol, I was forced to withdraw my cock from her and lie down on the bed. It wasn't long before I passed out again. When I awoke after 12 the next day, my wife was still lying next to me, naked as I had seen her last. I looked down at her face. She looked tired-- maybe even troubled. I didn't want to look at. It was the 12:45 match that just about killed us. Pro Sports Club in Bellevue has a strong racquetball club and sent two teams over. Lissa and I were fighting for our lives from the first serve. It was likely that we’d meet this pair in the Opens if we decided to play there. We won two out of three games by one point after they blew us out of the water by five in the first game.At our two o’clock match, we met George and Nicole, the other pair from Pro who we’d practiced with a couple weeks. We were good friends but that really should have been all. ‘He was fairly drunk that night,’ I continued. ‘I think he had got that way so he could talk to me, but it didn’t help him be rational or calm about it. He told me that he was sure I wasn’t happy with Gary and he knew he could make me happy. He said he wanted me, and asked me to break it off to be with him. He said that he knew I felt the same way and was stopping myself from getting close to him because I knew I couldn’t trust myself.