Both of them knew exactly where we were. It was a shoppers' paradise, a ten-square block area of downtown filled with boutiques and specialty shops. B...th had hinted strongly over the last year or so that this was 'the' place they would really like to visit, e.g. to spend my money. What they didn't know was that I had put this whole area together personally, and knew all of the shop owners very well. The owners were not just owners, but skilled craftsmen.This exclusive area was known as 'The. Also I still 'saw' him when I masturbated. I recalled that first time when my son had taken me.That said, as the days passed our desire for each other did not reduce and if anything it increased. We talked about it in texts and agreed that we could not go on without each other and that as soon as the divorce was settled we would move away together.I was at home alone lost in a dream. Just a few months ago, I was thinking I had a perfect life. The most romantic husband, in a wonderful marriage.. There was just one major problem with that decision, as the minutes passed Luke's hands gently moving on my boob and in my pussy were getting me really horny and I mean really horny and when I felt his cock twitching against my leg I wondered if I had made the right decision.Sighing I reached under the covers to move his cock away from me, but as my hand touched his cock it jerked to full erection and Luke gave a low sigh as though of pleasure, at the same time his fingers began to move more. “There’s more,” George said.As they walked into the famous great hall of Chicago’s beautiful Union Station, Jill was more and more awe-struck by the stunning grandeur of the building. The sky lights, the gilded Corinthian columns, the vaulted ceiling, the marble walls- it was all so beautiful. It looked like a great temple. A great temple dedicated to traveling. It wasn’t, though. It was a great temple dedicated primarily to the ego of the Pennsylvania Railroad and the other roads it deigned to.