All I know is that I’d like to get back to sleep. So, take this hint. Good night!”He flopped back onto his pillow and rolled over. This conversati...n was over.Ziggy gave up and went back to his bed. But he couldn’t sleep, and now that he was fully awake, his mind started wandering, thinking about things. The thought he zeroed in on for the hundredth time was about something he’d overheard a couple of weeks back. In fact, he hadn’t just been thinking about it a lot, he’d been fantasizing about. I slipped and slid over him, not the slightest drag between our skins. When he dripped, I used it too, making him even more slippery. He thrust with my pulls, his mouth open a little. His soft sounds and his hardness told me that he was nearly at his climax. I pulled a little harder, encouraging his pleasure. He came with a low, guttural moan and a tremor that shook the chair. I needed two of the little, yellow napkins to catch everything he gave. When his breathing slowed a little, he reached. "I stood there unable to find the words to convince her that I meant what I said. I was desperate to let her see that I was being honest with her... finally. She turned and went back into the bedroom leaving the door open. I stepped inside and stood there just watching her. It became crystal clear that I was seeing her for some of the last times I ever would, and I had wasted or been wasting time with her that could have been far better spent loving and enjoying her.I went to my knees, wiping. Their sex was wonderfully passionate, and frequent, but sometimes they argued about the most outlandish things just as passionately, and just having one such stupid argument Carmen was in bed trying to calm down while Ali was in the shower likely doing the same. We were of the same apparent personality, dominate leaders, hence their clashes as like minded people rarely click in the long term.Carmen's husband came out and fished in his drawer without really looking trying not to disturb me,.