It was hard to find a comfortable position with my ribs hurt. I have a nice view from this window of the yard of the house next door. And something wa... going on. My nap could wait until I saw more. I got up and dragged my telescope over for a look. The house next door was very different from this one, it was more modern and trendy. It was a rental. From week to week we never knew who’d be there. Sometimes it was rich people, even famous people. Sometimes a well to do family on vacation, and. Eventually I joined the slow pedestrians and headed back to the office. I nodded at Beth on the way in, holding my current book up. She smiled and gave a thumbs up. For the book, I thought. She liked this author. I still liked it when she smiled at me. On the train home, I looked out the window, thinking of Alexa. The older I got, the more beautiful everyone looked to me. Still, there was something arresting about her, something not part of those scattered memories from half a lifetime ago. A. Wait. I remember. Your pants were unzipped and pulled part way down. Oh my god!” she exclaimed, suddenly realizing what had so distracted her husband that he’d hit another car head on - and why his ghost had a hard-on. “You were jacking-off, weren’t you?”“Yeah, I guess so. But I was thinking of you, dear.”“So, now it’s my fault?” As much as she missed her husband, Abbie was still pissed off by what he’d done.After he pleaded guilty to killing himself through his own inability to control his. First we were just chatting and sipping drinks, then we started dancing, and then we had a hardcore gang bang. My hubby was staring at me all the time, even when he was ramming Amy. He enjoyed seeing me cum on another man. We didn’t really like swing. We were both distracted by Amy. I didn’t like her just because she was a woman, and I wasn’t attracted to girls, and my hubby said she didn’t let him enjoy watching me get hardly screwed. He confessed he preferred jerking when he saw me with.