One of the things on Elizaveta’s wish list for wedding gifts is a card table and four folding chairs. The dinette table in the cottage can seat four...reasonably comfortably, but that’s it.”“You don’t seem as if you’re bothered by the changes.”I shrugged, “I’ll miss this, but the only way to achieve our goals is to move forward. As Paul tells the Corinthians - ‘Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who. ”I wanna ask nerdling why I would care, but it’s got to be pretty obvious even to this group why I’m here.Joe arrives and doesn’t even notice me, just hands Franc the beers, opens his backpack and pulls out a beat-up notebook and a bag of dice.I go into the kitchen and grab part of Joe’s stash. Franc looks at me with her head tilted.“Why are you here?”I shrug. To be honest, at this point, I don’t know. She is damn cute when she takes off the glasses. I remember those lips. Right. That’s why. “I. Beth’s lover from out of state called her; he was coming to Sarasota and wanted to see her and spend time with her. Beth happened to be with me when she took the call. I was eating her pussy at the time, post coitus.I learned a few things as a result of the call. Beth’s lover had been in her life for a decade, since she started college. They had been on the verge of getting married, but Beth didn’t want to be tied down ‘that way’. He had been possessive and demanding, although he could hide it. It was mean as hell of me and I knew that too, but if he was going to use me I was going to use him. I loved the asshole, but I still remembered that "I've got her right where I want her" and the "Don't worry, I'll have her pulling trains in no time." He had to pay for that and the payment had to be something that he didn't want to do. It could have been anything, but eating my cum filled pussy just happened to be it.When I got to the bedroom I stripped and went and got out my douche bag and.