As usual, my guilt drove me to buy more Christmas presents for Clint than I had intended. And I wondered, not for the first time, about our future tog...ther.I guess I really didn't know what I wanted. I had no idea, whether or not I still loved Clint. All I knew was that I loved the lifestyle his job gave us. And whether or not I loved him, I was not ready to give that up. I was very fond of Clint, and I wouldn't hurt him for the world. I wondered again if maybe divorcing him was the kindest. I tookit apart again and put the two pieces in opposite pockets. There was adoor in what looked like the front of the hut and an identical door atthe back. They looked about the same, so I chose one and walked in. Iwas in a bare room about 8 feet square with a door at the other end. Iwalked through the other door, expecting to be back outside. A long barecorridor stretched out in front of me. It was gently lit from an unknownsource. I shut the door behind me and walked. I walked for a. He was soaking wet and only gave Ben a brief salutation before storming upstairs and then screaming down after me to join him in his room. Knowing his short temper and arrogant attitude, I figured the weather plus some one giving him a bad drive set him off. I knocked on his door and entered and he walked past me and slammed it shut, locking it before pushing me towards the bed. He had already peeled off his shirt and stripped down his pants, using a tshirt he had on his desk to dry the excess. When he stopped at a red light, Dan took the opportunity to look at his handiwork. Natalie sat with her legs held wide. One boldly propped against the dashboard, the other laying in the seat. Her panties, dampened by her dew, bulged where his hand invaded them. “I’m glad I don’t drive a stick shift,” Dan joked.“Mmm, I know a stick I would love to ride.” Dan’s erection strained against his jeans and he wanted nothing more than for Natalie to do just that. After a few left, then right turns, he.