It also had a spacious walk-in showerand also an enormous bathtub."Ohh, I love the tub," I exclaimed as I examined it. "It's also aJacuzzi!" Big enoug... for both of us," added Tina."I can't wait," I sighed."Maybe after dinner. How good of a cook are you?" she asked."I'm okay," I lied. "Where's the microwave?"She gave me a playful smack on my ass."Well, I love to cook so that you can assist me," explained Tina.I nodded."Can I shower and change first?" I asked."Sure, and as we prepare dinner, you. SHE STOOD FOR A SECOND LOOKING AT THE COME FILLED KNICKERS ON THE FLOOR AT HER FEET, THEN BACK UP AT ME AND DOWN AGAIN AT MY STILL HARD COCK THAT I SLOWLY BEGAN TO STROKE IN FRONT OF HER. SHE WATCHED INTENTLY. SHE AGAIN LOOKED DOWN AT THE KNICKERS, I COULD ALMOST FEEL AND HEAR HER BRAIN FITTING THE STRONG URGES. GO ON FIONA, I KNOW YOUVE NOT HAD COCK FOR MONTHS, YOU MUST ACHE TO BE SCREWED, IVE NOTICED THE WAY YOU DRESS IN FRONT OF ME IN THE MORNINGS, YOU DESPERATE FOR SOME COCK FIONA , I CAN. I had always had a crush on Lauren. She is so beautiful, with her deep, chocolate-brown eyes, nearly black, with matching straight hair that cascaded past her shoulders. She has an amazing body, which I had always been jealous of since we met. She has curves in all the right places, not too curvy, just right, and a perfect flat stomach. When we said our "good-nights" the third night, I decided to be a bit daring. I left the door partially ajar, enough to see into the room, knowing that Jack. My stomach turned again and my headache worsened. I just knew that what was in that fucking envelope was not going to be good news. With a trembling hand I picked it up and extracted what was inside.My Dearest Max I am sorry, I truly mean that. I am sorry for the pain you must be experiencing right now. I know that you deserve an explanation for that. You have to remember, Max, I blamed you, at least in part, for the pain you caused Tina before your divorce. You were cruel to her. You should.