The noise shocks you in your sleep-deprived state, and you drop the knife with a clang. Cursing, you bend down to pick it up. You place it on the side...before heading to your front door.Three letters. One from the landlord, most likely an eviction notice, one from the gas company, another overdue payment, but the last one comes as a surprise.Your name and address hand-written, quite neatly too. It's been a long time since you received a letter like this, so you eagerly rip it open. Again, the. Mostly, I am more curious for what exactly happened to her, but I soon realize I will need a lot of patience and spend time playing the kind of games she likes. Most of our talks take place during a few hours in the evening. Usually she has already taken her bath and is dressed in a towel or her nightgown. Hardly any need of panties, as she is mostly in the mood for another turn-on by my my inviting warm words and a final rub-off for the day, before she taken her two pills against depression,. When he finishes, he looks down and attempts to cover hisdick by making sure I get a nice view of his tight ass. He sits back downand pulls the sheets over him. "Sorry," he mumbles.I laugh at that and quickly cover my mouth. That sounded an awful lotlike a giggle from a girl.I hear a groan from across the room. Peter sits up and scratches hisbelly before getting up and walking to the table where another round ofgreens are placed for each of us. I notice that he seems to have packedon some. This was his life now. Four times a year. Slowly he did what his wife demanded as he lowered his face to her ass.Four Times a Year Part 2Submitted by: Michael FreemontAs the weeks passed, Andrew tried very hard to accept the situation. His wife and his former best friend were lovers.. It was hard to accept that he would never again have intercourse. Not with his wife and of course not with any other woman ? not while he was married to Carol. A divorce would leave him alone with a lot less money.