. You pimped out your own wife to please your ex-husband. Why, Jill, why? I feel sick, knowing that I eagerly participated in this sham. She’s not a...fucking cheesecake or strawberry rhubarb pie that you can bake and present to a neighbor as a peace offering or housewarming gift! She’s a woman ... She’s your WIFE! She was your girlfriend back then when you pushed into this. And now I have to live with knowing that I helped you violate her boundaries, her limits.“This ... is ... toxic. This is. I made it up to her that night, pulling out all of the stops when we were in bed until she collapsed into a sweaty, spent, exhausted slumber. She was still smiling the next morning when she kissed me out the door, so I was pretty happy too.My trip was going to take me about 4 hours away by car, and I'd be gone for a couple of days. I stopped to get a coffee and a pastry when I was about an hour or so down the road, and started checking emails. After I checked my work and home e-mails, I decided. It was obvious that he was having a difficult time continuing his conversation.Jenny smiled at his discomfort and moved her fist faster. From Tom's movements, she knew that if she continued this that he would climax. A giggle escaped her lips at the thought. But then she realized that he would mess up his slacks if she masturbated him. Quickly she stood up and stripped off her thong panties. Squatting again, she draped the wet crotch over the head of Tom's penis and began to stroke him. When we have larger gatherings, we open everything up.”“Yes, we usually come in here to watch movies,” said Gram.“If you’re here in the morning… we all gather in Seline’s kitchen for coffee,” said Jen.“Seline was a barista for a couple of years, so she makes the best coffee,” said Gram.“I just throw a Folgers in the Keurig and drink it on the way,” I said.Seline makes a retching sound, and everyone jumps up to leave. Seline raises her hand in a stop sign, “I will make you a real cup of coffee,.