It is torture to let the anticipation build, but I sense that I still risk his dismissal if I try to throw myself at him.I have brought my toys, just ...n case, and I get them out now because I know I will not sleep unless I satisfy my lust-maddened pussy. After I remove all my clothing and makeup, I lie back on the bed. I tease my silky wet lips open with the head of Little Carlo, my real-looking dildo. He's in my personal butter zone as far as size, eight insertable inches of length and six and. Shedoesn't care. She never offers to help or get a job or anything. I even haveto cook and clean myself. I wish id never married her. Her's January 29 th He's been drinking all day. He's reluctant to go and look for another job;I think he has been lying to me. I don't believe him when he says he's gotinterviews he comes home drunk. I'm sure I could smell perfume on him today.Diary what am I to do? I feel trapped. I can't talk to him; he refuses to listento me saying I'm going on at him. I. Etc. but I was still totally in awe of her and would have continued to serve her whatever time did to her. My life came apart when she told me I was being replaced by a younger man. My only pleasure (if you could call it that) was that he only lasted about three years before she dumped him and, likely due to health reasons, moved in with her daughter and son-in-law. Although I never had any direct contact with her again after being dumped, I continued to love her and would have been ready to. As we walked away we waved at one another.“That was interesting.”“I know. Those were the most words we have spoken since we first saw them.”“Well, in all fairness to them, it was also one of the few times that we haven’t been in some sort of sexual situation.”“Yeah there is that.”We walked out of the corridor to the front doors and turned to the right towards the downtown entertainment district and one of our favorite breakfast places. As we walked we swung our arms and occasionally shared a.