“So he had really good lawyers. I had some ambitious little twit straight out of UNLV. And I lived in Vegas, so yeah, I’m waiting tables now! Litt...e tip ... it’s not cheap, living in Vegas. Not if you’re hooked on roulette! Not even the shrimp and fish platters make up for that!” Mallory answered, “what about you? Divorced?”“Yep. Caught my wife with my best mate. Left for the States and never looked back! Talk about the oldest cliche of all!” I laughed at my own messy divorce.“And now you’re a. I'm great at multi-tasking--I can waste time, be unproductive, and procrastinate all at once.If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame.Never tell your problems to anyone, because 20 percent don't care and the other 80 percent are glad you have them.Doesn't expecting the unexpected mean that the unexpected is actually expected?Take my advice — I'm not using it.My wife and I were happy for twenty years; then we met.I hate it when people use big words just to make. ‘Shall we take a taxi?’ he asks. ‘Why should we,’ I reply — I’m arrogant, I know, but I can’t help it. ‘Why do you have to leave without a trick?’ he shoots back. He’s black, slender, wears a polo shirt and unassuming beige slacks. My gaze descends to his package. He follows my eyes. He knows there’s no need for concern, his physique will speak for itself. He’s winning. He hails a cab. ‘Where’s going,’ the cab driver asks. ‘Home,’ he answers, gives an address somewhere uptown. His right hand. The bass from the music blasted through the air, shaking the whole house. She moaned from her abused pussy, a tiny trickle of blood running down her perfect thighs.Pulling her head back by her hair I re-entered her. She cried but it was barely audible past the music. She was fucked surrounded by a flurry of lights, and sounds and a few people hooted and whistled when they caught sight of the spectacle on display. I came harder than I’d ever cum before and motioned for George to take my place.He.