She hasn't failed me yet. On the other hand, she trusts me to be there when she comes back. She made me promise her that I'll always be faithful and...always be there for her. She's promised me that she'll always return. Now that's the kind of trust more marriages need.We are approaching our eighth anniversary. We have four wonderful c***dren. Jackson, age 8 - our mischievous redhead son; Julie age 6 - our blond "Barbie doll" daughter; Samantha, age 4 - she keeps a beautiful tan year round; and. I asked one of them for a light and we got chatting. They were developers visiting the area for a few days spotting possible investment sites. Both were in their 50s , one was bald, rugged looking, quite fit looking, the other , better looking, a bit overweight with a gravelly rough voice that was doing wonders for me. The bald one then produced a massive spliff and sparked it. I laughed but shared as we passed the joint around. I noticed the heavy one had fairly tight pants and helooked like. I watched her eyes as they roamed over my naked figure appraisingly. I was brazen as a harlot. I showed myself to her. I wanted her to see me. My fall, my sin did not seem such to me and to the extent it did I gloried in it.We entered the water together and waded out to a little nook under a great willow. The water rippled between us as we clasped in a close embrace. Our arms around each other, our breasts pressed together. We snacked on each others lips as if discovering some rare delicacy,. ‘So, can I offer you the Aidan Scodelario tour of the place? No drab facts about realism and the deconstruction of society through the paradigm of colors at all that jazz. I’ll just point out the ones I find aesthetically pleasing.’ She was laughing out loud now, relaxed by the easy smile on his face. He could be charming when he wanted to, and he clearly had a sense of humor. ‘That would be very helpful, thank you.’ As they ambled slowly through the brightly lit gallery, their chatter livened.