The next day I got home from school without even thinking about the ultimatum. Well clearly Aunt Clare had. She started in on me immediately holle...ing and threatening me. I was very taken aback, my parents were simply not like this. “Get over here!” she demanded and slowly I crossed to where she was sitting on the couch. “Sit right here next to me. You are going to learn to obey and I’m the one to teach you,” she said sternly. This actually seemed kind of funny to me.. But I. My fiancée and best friend had betrayed me, it hurt and tore me up inside, but the main emotion was anger. Anger at Julie for being a lying, cheating bitch and anger at my ‘best friend’ Jerry for stabbing me in the back. My frustration was also very strong, I was over 4600 miles from my home in Missouri and couldn’t do anything about the situation in person. The only thing I could do was to send an email back to Julie. I started on the reply and decided that I would put all of my thoughts and. The man, older than her by a few years, stood barefoot in well-worn blue jeans and a stained white shirt. He had a square jaw with just the hint of a dent in a chin covered with stubble. His straight blond hair was caked with bits of dried mud and the man brushed a few strands away from deep green eyes. He glanced at her and then looked beyond to the car waiting behind her. In the eaves above, a small, gentle light glowed to life. Awakened by the new arrival, it hovered and twirled before. They tightened under her touch and he moaned in delight. Myra was making her husband feel good.Roland, at the same time, was making his wife feel good as well. She was wet, wetter than he remembered in a long time, and her clit was hot and nicely erect. He matched Myra's strokes on her clit as she continued to pull on him the same way. Roland quickly massaged Myra's love button until he had her arching into the bed and moaning loudly. Suddenly, Roland felt Myra's body tense as she began to grip.