"Thank goodness for THAT, because he grabbed my hips and pulled down on them at the same time he thrust up into me. That one motion put his cock all t...e way inside of me. I was straddling the lounge chair with my feet on the deck and just started to bounce up and down onto him. Its a good thing I've kept in a little bit of shape, that was really a ridiculous position but it felt so good as I bottomed out on top of him each time."Then he reached up to my breasts. He didn't hold them, he just. He had the pictures.She fought her hurt and stepped into the elevator. A phone call to Ryan, and he had simply said he would stay at the club or office until she got her head together."Hah," she said, in the empty elevator. "I know where you stayed." Her voice echoed in the small cubicle to haunt her. "Blondie's place."The elevator stopped, opened, and she stepped out into the hall. She wanted to rush into Ryan's office, try and save her marriage, but her pride kept her going until she reached. Some nights I light some candles, put on a little music, sip a nice vintage while going over my collection. I keep a wrought iron wine rack in my kitchen - usually with four or five unopened bottles and the rest are all empties I've cleaned and like for their specific characteristics. Perhaps tonight is a slim Bordeaux, but sometimes I want the wide bottom Brut Champagne... or for a while I was completely enraptured by a Gosset Grande Rose Brut because the bottle has a nice bottom but then. " So, don't start now. Look, Jack, I am not trying to trap you. We know about Yvonne. And, we object."I happily noticed her constant use of the plural pronoun. She was thinking of herself and Debbie as a team, one and indivisible. I liked that. But, what I said was "Why?" Debbie and I are happy... well, yes, happy, is the right word... we are happy to share you, but only share you with each other. Yvonne wants you all to herself. It scares us. We don't want to lose you." You are not going to.