Those guys had never seen my wife even wearing her tiny bikinis and now they were staring at her naked body. I could see pure lust in their hungry eye...…Anita’s boobs brushed against my legs. She knelt up and kissed the tip of my cock, with her curly hair cascading over it. I reached out and rubbed her rock hard nipples.Before I knew what was happening, she lowered her head down, engulfing again my cock with her mouth. She almost gagged on it.I kept groping her round boos and pinching her hard. I have some thinking to do. You had better not touch any of my things. If you have any hope of us ever being together, you had better not touch anything that belongs to me. Anything." Linda walked out the door and never looked back. She didn't tell me where she was going or when she would be back. I was devastated. The love of my life just walked out of my life. Maybe forever. I had nobody to blame but myself. I hated myself.I sat on the couch and cried. Cried that I had probably lost Linda.. Those were external;the mess in his nappy was his fault - his alone. As far as he knew, hehad done it unaided, unasked, unforced. He had publicly demonstrated histotal lack of self-control. He had shown he was prepared to be treatedlike this. He couldn't protest; he had to go along with Helen'sdirections. Oh how he wished he'd hung on!He shuffled after Nanna in an even more barrel-legged waddle than usual,trying to stop the horrible mess squishing around too much down there -which only. Again. Now I had a few people to tell, so I drove over to Sam’s place, hoping he’d be there and not in Las Vegas – but then again he’d said he wanted me there as a witness. He lived in a sprawling – if somewhat compact – house on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Coast Highway and Malibu Beach. Magnum, P.I. lived down the street, if that means anything. A car was out front, a beat up Chevy, not always a good sign, so I rang the bell and waited. And waited. I heard a commotion inside and tried the.