I hear some talk going on and I left the bedroom door 1/2 open so I could easily slip around without chancing a creaky hinge. I poke my head out and I...hear the sounds of soft kissing down the hall and some talk and then I heard something come from my wife's mouth that instantly got my heart beating fast again. She said "Come fuck me on my bed you bad boy." He was hesitant and said "I don't want to go that crazy," and my wife responded with "please... it will make my pussy so wet and juicy for. She was not fat, but wouldn’t be called thin either. She fit nicely into that attractive ‘thick’ category. Now back to the story…As I was feeling pretty good I think Abby must have been pretty drunk and we made our way into our living room to watch some tv. As we sat on the couch all I could think about was that night a few years back and the look she had on her face. Needless to say my dick began to grow, noticeably.When Abby leaned into me and sort of layed against my shoulder I was. L: Promise you will not get offended? And promise you will continue chatting with me, if you don’t like the question and will not cut me off?S: I promise Linga. Ask me. I am here to chat as I am feeling lonely. So I will not cut you off.L: How long is it that you had had an intimate sex?S: Linga!L: Tell me honestly SrideviS: More than 15 months.L: Oh My God! No wonder you are feeling lonely and missing the physical connection.S: you said you are divorced. How are you managing Linga?L: Me?. I've had more than a year of Friday the 13th's. Maybe more than a decade. Is it the same year as when I started?I trudge forward, letting my path unfold at random. It doesn't matter where I go. It doesn't matter what I do. Hell, it doesn't matter if I live or die. At midnight I'll rewind-back to seven p.m. That's another way Murray was lucky-he got a full day. I get five hours.And I never get to see Valentine's Day.I can still remember Valentine's Day. How long ago? Cassie and I had been happy..