I was hoping it was just a phase you were going through and maybe a change in scenery might bring you out of it.’ She was shaking her head. ‘I had...already made up my mind some months earlier. It was just a matter of gaining the courage to tell you. I think if you’re honest with yourself, you knew we weren’t a good match … at least … not in the past few years. Our interests were so different and as the boys grew more independent, we had less and less to hold us together.’ ‘How long had you felt. “You dirty cheating married bitch…” The old bastard hissed.“Now turn around and suck me, dumb bitch…” He ordered me.I spun around and took his hard cock in my mouth, licking the just the tip.I was angry after knowing he had caught me so silly; but I was also hungry for cock and, although this old man was not a nigger, his white dick looked fine, some thick and pretty hard...It tasted good; as I back off, some pre cum come out. I wiped this salty liquid all over my lips; I then licked it off and. She would still much rather be here than not, really, honestly, she insisted.Her lungs bursting, they emerged from the narrow passageway between the rocks to a broad expanse of grass, heather and patches of gorse. The sun had been out for twenty minutes since the most recent of several heavy wintry showers and they seemed to have climbed out of the clouds as they appeared to be above the thick layer, while overhead rather more fluffy, less threatening puffballs of cottonwood scudded across the. "Thanks," I said, my eyes adjusting from the buglight glare of the terminal to the dark interior of the coach. I scanned up and down but every pair of seats had at least one taken, most by dozing older folks or wary-looking migrant workers. There was a somewhat chubby girl about my age, 23 or so, with pulled-back brown hair and a spaghetti-strap purple blouse, sitting looking out the window about halfway back. Better her than some old guy drooling on me, that was for sure.We nodded to each.