Marcie turned and stormed past Logan. She walked down the hall to their bedroom and slammed the door behind her. Chad ignored Logan and went after he.... Logan went to the sleeping beauty and buttoned her blouse, while listening to the storm raging down the hall. Chad had opened the door. “Marcie he said, “My God, Marcie, wait, let’s talk about this.” “You double dealing son of a bitch,” she raged. “I can’t touch Logan, but you can fondle his drunken girlfriend?” Chad must have shut the door. Being away from home for long periods can strain the best marriage and mine clearly proved that it wasn’t strong enough. So I needed to settle down, get close to my three kids again, who were all under the age of ten. I got custody of the kids in the divorce settlement and they needed my stability around them as they missed their Mom.I never lost track of most of my old shipmates, though, and I guess I always had a particularly soft spot for Tess Cork, my old number one.I heard through the. It drives me round the bend at times, wanting to see her used, hersubmitting for my pleasure, as I sit back with a beer and enjoy the scene.When we're both drunk I often ask her, talk about my desires to see her hurting,suffering for me. She always laughs, pretending I am joking, but then we playa little light bondage as I fuck her on the bed, her wrists tied above herhead, pumping and pawing at her toned body. She moans and bites her lip, oftentelling me not to be so rough, as I try to imagine. It was imad again, and the time was 2pm.-hey, you finally woke upI looked at him. He wwas massaging my boobs. What a feeling it was!-mmh…you are right on time, imad-hell yeah, and I will be as long as you are here!-but I gotta go on Monday-well…but you can still come here again, right? Or we can find a way to get together in your home town itselfWhat a horny bastard! He never wants to leave me alone.He was now massaging my boobs and kissing the right side of my neck as well, as I was not.