This wasn’t too difficult to do. Karen and I continued to rage in passion for each other, and spent many an hour or three ‘playing together’ eve...y morning and night. When I wasn’t occupied with Karen, the rest of my time was spent trying to fix the disasters Kendall had left me at work. These occupied most of my waking thoughts outside of my marital sex life, and kept my mind squarely centered on those problems, alone. So, for the first week of my ‘sobriety,’ things were going pretty well. As. On many occasions, after drinking more than one too many, I have found myself lying next to her in bed after we both have crashed…usually with her in skimpy panties and lying on her stomach. She has a phat round ass that has always attracted attention and begs to be noticed. I would find myself rubbing her ass and then she would respond by lifting her hips up and displaying her wet booty way up in the air while wiggling her ass from side to side. I would take my time and very slowly rub her. When I looked up, he was smirking—he had me over a barrel again. And not without a hint of vindictive irony, the waitress chose that moment to come over and deliver my obscenely un-dainty breakfast, plopping the plate down right on top of my hardly-started sketch. His face twitched, suppressing a grin. Having already blushed myself to maximum redness, I merely sustained the hue, staring wordlessly at the sweet, gooey mess before me. “You know, if you’re taking a break,” he dragged out the. It was indeed fortunate that old Nate had a deep, rich voice that could be heard at a distance because his new trade as a fishmonger required him to reach as many prospective customers with his booming cries of,"Get your fish right here! We got cockles, and mussels and crabs that will make your mouth water with delight. Fresh fish is what we got. Right here they are ready for the table. Come get your fish before they are all gone."The old lady that had the fish cart business before him had died.