It’s true you & I have been married for 20 years, although a good woman is a far cry from what you’ve been. I watch TV soaps so much because they ...rown out your constant whining & bitching. Too bad that doesn’t work anymore.I DID notice when you got a hair do last week, but the 1st thing that came to mind was ‘You look just like a boy!’ Since my father raised me not to say anything, if you can’t say something nice, I didn’t comment ... and when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have got me. I dropped on my bed and cried. I went from crying to hitting the bed in anger. Why had God taken her from me? What have I done to anger him? Then I went back to crying because I had hit Amya’s pillow and I smelled her sweet scent on it. Oh Amya I thought as I buried my face in her pillow and passed out.I stayed in my room all night and all day the next day. I only left to use the bathroom that was it. I refused to eat. Barely drank anything. Everyone stopped over to check on me. But I really. I want to feel your strong fingers inside me."She lifted her legs and slipped off the blue shorts, then pushed them under his mask. They were soaked with her juice and he could smell her even after pulling them out, as the juice was smeared all over his lips and face. He looked between her legs. Her pussy was red and extremely wet, and the wide strip of tidy brown pubic hair was stuck down against her her skin, except for one edge which stood up, ruffled from her hand as she stroked. He said, “Late night and early morning. I only had about three hours of sleep.”“It wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with your mother?” Sam asked.“My mother? What do you mean?” Sean asked. His face was scrunched in confusion while he tried to figure out what Sam meant. The date had driven all thoughts about his mother’s time spent in jail. Little details started returning to him.“Did you happen to see the paper?” Sam asked gesturing to the stack of the local papers next to the counter. The.