.what? Are you crazy?' 'I'm fine.' 'I'm not getting out. I'm happily married, why would I want to get out.' 'Because you love me.' 'Yes, I love you. A...d I love my wife, it's not like I hid the fact that I am married. You are the one who came after me and I did try to push you away.''But you couldn't! Why? Because you love me. You belong with me. Can't you accept the truth. Who you are. And that you got married because it was socially right!' 'You're wrong.' 'Wrong about you loving me?' 'I love. Under what circumstances did I tell you you could fuck Mr. Brandywine today?" she demanded."None at all?" Correct! Since your memory seems to be in such excellent working order, perhaps you could reiterate for me what my precise instructions were?"Corky, still lying beneath his model, was apparently being ignored for the time being by both parties. Though this seemed preferable to the imaginable alternatives, it can not be said that he was comfortable with the situation at hand."You... you said. I got up and sat beside him, supporting my weight against the fence of the terrace. I could feel his thick gluey cum sticking between my ass cheeks. Rahul didn’t try to move from his place. “That was fantabulous, mom.” He smiled at me. “When are we going to do that again?”“Don’t you think of any thing else?” I scolded him in feigned anger. “You should learn to treat your mom more delicately.” I placed his hand over my aching ass. “ Look, you’ve made my ass so sore, it’s hurting.”“I’m sorry. Finally content that all tell tales had been removed, he emptied his pockets and placed his clothes straight into the washing machine.Mick went back up the stairs and quietly slipped into the bedroom. His wife was snoring gently and never woke as he slipped in beside her. As he lay there, his body still high on the aftermath of sex, refused to let him sleep. The nights pleasures cyclically running in his mind.He was not aware of falling asleep. The first indication that he had, was his wife.