"Girlfriend, you live like a queen!" she exuded.Realizing what she had just said, she giggled."Oops! Well, you know what I mean."She made a beeline fo... the master bedroom. Her practiced eye did not miss the jewelry armoire or vanity. She nodded her approval, checking my dresser drawers, one by one, noting the lingerie and Dianna's corset. She moved on to the vanity, nodding her head and smiling at the MAC products, then stepped to the armoire. Her eyes bugged out when she saw the. 'Sunday night found me back at home in bug central. I fired up the trusty desktop porn channel, and while the 'harder, deeper' crowd kept the voice bug busy in my office, I took the laptop into the living room. There I must have read 150 stories about cheating wives, on the internet. That was really sad, considering that I was sure my wife was off in Houston, doing just that.You know how you have a thought while you're sleeping and that thought triggers something and suddenly you've got another. .. and again... Again and again and again... All the time Quentin kept his right grip on Julia’s thighs, his belly still pounding her co-operatively jerking and wriggling bottom... Then, finally, still buried in her, Quentin slumped down... panting... wet-mouthed... eyes a little glazed. That had been good... Very good indeed... Just what he had wanted... and how he had wanted it... The girl sent for, the erection ready. The girl unceremoniously dragged into position, with not a word said. The. I stood beside him but he didn’t turn his head. I reached my fingers to touch his sleeve, but he abruptly pulled his arm away. We were next to an empty gate area. Sasha motioned that we should go sit over there. I made my feet walk in that direction. Sasha and I walked to a corner that would give us a little privacy. I turned back, but Dylan was still standing in the same spot. I returned to him. ‘Please, let’s talk.’ ‘Not with him here.’ He looked towards Sasha, his face twisting into a sneer..