It was a bit of a further drive this time, so I took a bottle of water and set off early as the traffic through the city can sometimes be a nightmare....Again, I had a hard-on for the full journey. I arrived almost bang on time and parked in the car park. I sent Sacha a message telling her I had arrived. I didn't get a reply and I started to worry I had wasted my time. I was almost ready to call it a day when my phone buzzed. It was Sacha.“Sorry, in shower. Ready now. Flat 9 x,” she texted.Once. It was then Irealised what some of the stains on her panties were - Uncle Dan's spunk.? At first I'd been deeply jealous that anotherman fucked her, but then in my deepest and darkest fantasies, I got turned onby the idea and got aroused when I'd see his cum on her panties when I rummagedthrough the laundry basket the day after her lovemaking. I'd imagine his creamysperm running out of my mom's beautiful pussy into the gusset of her pantiesand that thought would mean more jerking of my cock.. .something…no…::,an almost frantic note in his voice::: MatildaSJD:::tears stream down her cheeks as she opens her eyes a bit to look up at him, the knowledge that she is not going to live clear in them, whispers:: I want to see your eyes, Mikal…. DragonsKnt:::::hauling off his shirt to wipe some of the blood…unaware of the wound over his own heart as he sees and knows what is in his wife’s eyes, and yet refuses to believe, his own deep blue eyes filled with a love of her that is far deeper. A few stayed to look at me as we had our arms around each other standing together.It was time to leave and we walked out holding hands. Once in the car, I said, “I got the ticket and a nice letter today. I leave in the morning and get back Friday or Saturday. I’ll miss you.” I smiled while we were at a stop light.In the morning, I left for Atlanta. It was a long flight by myself. Fortunately, it was quiet. I slept. Upon arriving and claiming my bag, I went out to see sign being held by a man.