I appreciate what you just said, and I appreciate the fact that you’re not mad because I had a few moments of pleasure with a friend. I hope you and...I will be closer when all of this mess is over. I never want anything to stop me from feeling what I feel right now.” Meghan said.“Hey, the bacon’s done. How many eggs, and how do you like them?” I said.“Three for me, please, over easy.” Robby said.“Two for me, please, same way.” Meghan said.“You two are my kind of people; the more I know about you. He was a good kid for the most part, always bringing pretty girls to my house after school to hang out by the pool before running up stairs or spending hours Instant messaging his friends instead of focusing on school work. I never pushed him like I should have but was always surprised through all his faults how well he was adjusted for being a child of divorce.As divorces go it was a amiable divorce with him being the foremost in our minds. I would move to the other side of town but close. After two years in the North I had turned my company's red figures to a fair profit, which got me a reputation as a miracle man. I began to get job offers from other parts of the country. Lena and I had a serious quarrel when I suggested we become a real family with children and move southward because I was really fed up with the long cold northern winters. Lena refused and a few days later we agreed that living together with such different expectations was not a fair deal so we split up. Luc growls into my ear with raw lust in his voice. “You like being fucked like a whore don’t you?” I refuse to answer him and feel a slap on my breast, I gasp in surprise but relish the sting of pleasure which his hand creates. “Answer me, slut.” “Yes, I like being fucked.” “Look at your husband and tell him how good my cock feels in your dirty ass.” Luc directs my face towards Will, my husband watches me from the end of the chaise longue while the others stay at their chairs though.