Had he secretly packed bags for a weekend getaway? The idea of him sneaking around, stealing my things was perfect. I wouldn’t put it past him. In f...ct, knowing him, I might have a whole new wardrobe to go with this slip. I certainly hadn’t looked in the trunk.But he closed the trunk and headed toward the house. Without saying a word. He just took a few steps walking backward so I could see that his stupid grin was back. He was carrying what looked like a very small overnight bag.I unbuckled. -Its just because I have to pee, dad explains when I ask him about it. -I do too, I say. We can pee in a cross so there wont be bad weather tomorrow! This is a game we have played several times. Dad nods quickly without meeting my eye and he stands up, looks around again and pulls down his shorts and underwear. His thing is hard too, just like Ginos. Really hard, just like the man in the picture. It is also just as thick as the mans if not even thicker, standing straight out. -Yours is hard too. Given a choice, Michelle will be one of them, and the other will most likely be Mike or Jerry, but I won't know about that until they get off the river. Is that about it?" Al, while I have the chance," Duane said. "I'd like to talk to you, and it doesn't have to be right now. It doesn't have to affect this fall, but it might. I can leave the decision on it up to you." Sure, if you want we can head into the office and talk. The rest of you might as well get started unloading so you can get. She lusted for the trappings of the uber rich and when I couldn’t provide those luxuries she turned mean, spiteful. The only reason she didn’t split from me was she couldn’t find a permanent rich lover. She tried, I know damn well she was fucking other men, men with money. My wife wasn’t a skag, she was a beautiful, sensuous woman and she knew how to use her charms to her advantage. Gradually over time I wanted nothing more than to rid myself of the grasping shrew, to flee, hide in a different.