. to make that leap ... accepting you are responsible for your life and your choices. It's easier to just wallow in the pain and blame others. My hate...was keeping me connected to him I guess. If I am brutally honest, it was a way to keep myself from going through the pain of finally letting go. I see that now. My tears over him turn to tears over myself. The picture that had taken up a permanent residence in my head fades. His cock fucking her blurs. Her squeals silence. All I see now is a. She swam back and forth and then towards Tom“Want to Jump in…its fun to get wet” Caj SmirkedShe looked back at Jane and winked. She was swimming a back stroke show he could see her big breast. Jane watch glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Tom eyes looked like it was about the leap out of his head.“Well look like a beach wale” Jane SaidShe was parting her legs as she swam. It showed off some nice camel toy. As Caj swam faster her pussy sucked in part of the swimming suit. It. She might even reach herhand onto my knee - and maybe even up my thigh as we sat there. She knewthese things made me completely crazy. Sometimes I wouldn't be able toeven finish my meal because she had me so distracted and turned on.After a nice dinner and a couple of glasses of wine, we would usually stopby the mall on the way home. The stores were open late on Thursdays, butafter 8:30 or so, there really weren't many shoppers except before theholidays. This worked well for me as I felt I. He smacked my cheek gently with his cock, then took my little hand and put it back on him. He motioned my hands to stroke him. So I began to stroke him. He put something wet on his cock and (now known as lube) and put my hand in it to stroke him better. He began to moan “that’s my girl. Keep going baby, Just like I taught you.” And so I continued, slowly up and down, he’d motion when he wanted me to speed up or squeeze tighter. Over and over, up and down, back and forth. Then he.