..” and Lucy looked at her and she had tears in her eyes and she said “I'm sorry your dad died, I am, but I was here for you. Why did you just go?...��And then she looked at me and she said “And you. Fuck you! I did nothing wrong so fuck you for not loving me anymore. Fuck you for loving Cait more. And fuck you because I still love you and I don't want to.”And Cait said “Lucy, listen. My dad...” but Lucy was still looking at me and I said “I couldn't...”And she said “'I just don't love you anymore,. " "Sorry, there's not a lot I can do in this state," I pleaded. "Joanne tells me she's been on top of you a couple of times, despiteyour injury." "Um, yes. Well sometimes I do get very desperate," I explained,grudgingly. "And Joanne says there's nothing you like more than a good blow job!"Cindy tried to pull back the bedclothes. "I'm sure you're rock hard underhere." "I am," I cried, holding tightly to the sheet as my final defence. "Butreally, you shouldn't be doing this!" Cindy. Her ass was now covered in his cum.A few minutes later he cleaned her up and laid right next to my wife on the bed. He cuddled with her as his mouth began to work over her gorgeous tits. He sucked on them for several minutes as he left marks on each of them. He grabbed my wife’s hand and led it down to his semi erect cock. He had my wife stroke on it as it came back to life very quickly.He then rolled on top of her as and pulled her legs back towards her head. Her pussy was positioned perfectly. I felt hurt and humiliated. I was not ugly, in fact, Iwas considered handsome by most women and she could surely notice that Iwas not poor, so I didn't deserve being treated like that. I remember Imade some nasty, sexist, comment. I believe I called her a lesbian orsomething like this. The pub was, however, a noisy environment and thegirl didn't hear it.An ugly old lady, who was sitting alone in a table close to me, however,did hear it. God, that lady was ugly! Her face reminded me of some.