. You should leave." Yeah. Come on, dude!" The other one liked looking at my pussy too, but he was watching Bush closely. "Let's get out of here."His ...riend was ignoring him though. "Dare? What kind of name is that?" the boy asked, smiling just a little and Bush took a step closer so that he stopped smiling. "You live around here?" Over there." I didn't point or anything. "You better go, okay? We don't like you. You're not supposed to be here."I hadn't really meant to say we didn't like them,. Not the warm, sparkling ‘happy with life’ twinkle that I was so used to seeing in Jill. Something was missing, it was like I was making love to a facsimile of my loving wife, the real Jill somehow AWOL and mentally someplace else.Several times I was on the point of stopping everything and calling Jill out on it, but each time there would be just enough of the old Jill to stop me. Just enough of a smile or just enough of a kiss or soft tender touch. But it was a deeply unsettling experience, the. I want to see you swimming nude.’ She studied his expression. He glanced at her and smiled. She wanted him to screw her hard—in her husband’s bed, in the living room, in the kitchen, in the shower, on the floor, right here, right now. He seemed remote, as always. She wanted him to at least touch her. He made no move toward her. She slipped out of her dress without moving away from him. She opened the patio door, walked to the pool, slipped off her sandals, her panties, her bra, and stepped. . Pookie, these are bruised.”“Bruised? What you mean?”“I mean, it feels like some kid dropped this bag out of a cart and ruined them. You have to FEEL the fruit to make sure it’s still good!”“Sorry babe, I didn’t know.”“How did you go this long without learning the basics of grocery shopping? Whatever ... Take these back and pick out another.”“Yes, dear.” He took the bag of apples and turned back in the direction of the fruit section.SMACKDarius grimaced as his ass was blistered with her palm.