She thanked him but as she drove home the thought that circulated in her mind was 'would her husband take an interest in getting her onto a bike'. Tha... was a question that she never even put to him, let alone had it answered for that evening, just after tea she was hit with the second 'whammy'. "Karen I'm leaving you".For almost a minute she sat stunned in the chair and it was only when the reality of the statement hit her did she respond. "Your ... your leaving me ... why? What have I done?". She looked down and whispered, "Excuse me. I need to use the bathroom."She looked pretty disheveled. Her hair was mussed and her face was red. Her t-shirt was rucked up in the back. She looked like she had been wrestling!She hurried past me and into the bathroom. For just a moment after she rushed past I could have sworn that I smelled the bleachy tang of fresh male semen. But the smell dissipated before I could decide that I wasn't imagining it.I sat on my bed and listened to Joni going to the. Somehow this moment felt so intimate that I will remember it forever.But this all was so strange. I was still wondering about what she really had done. Those massive hickeys. The shaved pussy. The way she now talked while having sex. It seemed like my girlfriend had transformed somehow. But I loved this pimped up version of my girlfriend even more. But should I have been jealous? That thought again...She continued riding my hard cock very slowly. We both played with her boobs and looked each. The missiles were antimatter warheads for larger ships or 'fire and forget', for enemy fighters. James went over every fighter and decided on one that was painted bright silver with a navy blue trim. Painted on the side near the canopy was the name Commander Timothy Gomez, CAG. James asked "Amy can I have this fighter?"Amy said, "I think, no, I know he would be deeply honored that you want his fighter. I will have his name removed, and yours put on it." Amy before you do that I want on this.