Was he going mad? He was nothing to her, just a face on a train. He was not a handsome man, not particularly clever, when it came to women he had the ...ords in his head but they never came out right. He had spent most of his adult life alone, no real friends, never had a real relationship with a woman, was he waiting for her? He looked again, such beauty. Had it filled her heart with arrogance and cruelty or was her heart as sweet and as perfect as her face? He imagined walking hand in hand with. They moaned in each other’s mouths again as his girthy head bounced against her pussy. As she started to put her hands on his neck, he rolled her over onto her stomach. She let him move her into position, resisting only when she wanted to feel his dominance. He manhandled her onto her knees and pulled her against his chest. She reached out and found the top of the headboard. She gripped the headboard just as he forced his wide dick into her tightening pussy. She was barely able to stay. But the new day wasn’t as bright. And a week later, some doubt returned. Shaking my head again, I press my eye and stare. Could it just be my imagination? A trick of the light, or the mind, an anniversary reminder of what was… I move away from the door, mind working. What shall I say? What will YOU say? Knees weak, I sit on a chair. My eyes on the door, jumping when the doorbell rings again. Where would I start? Some things must never be said, or told. I swallowed them long ago. I think now. We all agreed.Once we got to the room it seemed everyone was a bit nervouse, so I walked up behind Mary and started kissing her neck and slowly unbuttoning her shirt. I lightly pushed her toward Steve and stepped back. I watched them start to kiss and grind each other and I knew this was something I was into. Seeing your wife kissing another guy isn't something you are supposed to like, but I loved it and loved it even more when she reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants. After a.