“Yes.”“Watch me what,” I asked.“My husband shuts off all of the lights, climbs on top of me, thrusts a couple of times, then cums,” said m...mmy neighbor in a rush of voice, “We have had sex one time in the last four months. He has never let me see him stroke himself or anything sexy like that. I have never seen him squirt out. The night you watched us when we were in bed, I began masturbating and rubbing my hand on him to try to make him hard. I was so turned on I was throwing myself at him.. Maddie and I hug again. "I thought I would never see you again!" we sob. A totally overexhagerated reunion, but we feel the need for it. For some reason, there is a distance between Scott and I. For some reason I have difficulties kissing him a lot and stuff. I keep thinking about Danny.Oh my gosh! You and Danny are not going out! I have to practically yell to myself every day to keep me under control about my torn feelings with Danny and Scott.I go back to school on Monday, with my life a. That Monday, I called work and took a personal day. I went to the bank and took half of our savings and half of the checking and moved into a hotel temporarily. She could worry about the bills.Monday afternoon, after I found a furnished apartment I could afford, I called into work and was told that my wife had called and asked where I was. I informed my boss of the problem, and that under no condition was he to tell her where I was. I also told him that I did not want her to have access to me. But in my experience once men have cum they think it’s all over. I’ve never known a man want to go down after they’ve filled you up.”“Bob does,” Carrie said without thinking and was shocked she’d said it out loud. Della raised a quizzical eyebrow.“Does he indeed. I’d like to see that,” she said. “Wish I could feel it too.”She laughed. Carrie turned to Bob who was smiling.“And by the look on your face you’d like to do it for her,” she said.“Of course he would,” Della said. “A cunt’s a cunt.