Plus, he's the one with the live-in girlfriend, not me." I hope you don't have a live-in girlfriend," Mark quipped, trying to lighten the mood. It wor...ed for a short minute, when he saw a genuine smile cross Trisha's face.She grew momentarily serious when she decided, "I'll contact my attorney on Monday. I know it's the holidays, and she might not be in the office, but it's better than waiting until after the New Year." The couple finished their dinner in silence."Hey," Mark said after. He put her down, took her face in his hands, and kissed her with all he had. She pulled away and said, “We better get going.”“Yeah,” he said, “the truck's right out front.” He grabbed her bag, wrapped his arm around her waist, and headed for the door.They got in the truck and headed to his house. They got there and he grabbed her bag and led her into the house. “This is our place, baby,” he said motioning with his arm.“I love it!” she said, curling into his arms. “Hey, I’m really tired, do you. Trey's hand slightly sqeezes my knee and he inches up my thigh. "Who's slut are you?" Jake demands."I'm your slut, I'm your little cum slut." Joanne was moaning louder. My pussy is getting wet listening to them and Treys hand isn't helping. Trey and I continued to listen as the two of them fucked. I was quite shocked to hear Joanne talk like that. "Take that cock, baby," Jake demands. "Ride it baby, yeah..."I can see a bulge in Treys pants as he leans in more towards me, his hand still sliding. A post-office box for an address.I set off for East Anglia. I wanted to be somewhere where there was much less traffic, and near the sea, so I got some clean air.I took my time. One thing I did do, was to consider how I was going to get around once I was established on a camp-site. I thought back. Once upon a time, back in the day, I’d been a ‘rocker’. Not really. I owned a succession of elderly motorbikes until I married Helen and we bought the house. She didn’t care for them, and they went,.