It’s a fairly conventional marriage. I’m not looking for a date, per se.’ ‘Then I felt bad that she felt she needed to explain that. But I wa... glad she did. I told her it was all good, clinical’s fine. ”But does your husband know?’ I asked. ‘Her answer to that one is another one of those seared-in-your-memory things. She said, ‘for the purposes of any possible future Zerzinski clinic: a) it’s none of your business, and b) it doesn’t matter. But no, he doesn’t know, and I’m not planning on. ”“Not since a long time ago in a trailer park far, far away...”Everybody knows about the ‘marriage’ in Carlita’s home. Somebody mentioned open marriages. Discussion followed, deciding that it might be expanded, but it certainly wasn’t ‘open’. They just love each other, that’s all.I’m sure that the idea would’ve really gotten to some people, but if Cindy’s okay with it, then that’s good enough for me. I know more than enough about unhealthy relationships after watching Mom’s lifestyle, and. I do this over and over, each grind of my clit between her tongue and upper lip sending a pop like a firecracker up from my groin. Each pop pushes another wave up my body, receding then rising again, the tide reaching my neck in 10 waves and then the 11th crashing over the top into my brain. I hump frantically on my little lover’s face, using nose and chin and lips and tongue together to ride the wave.30 seconds, or perhaps 30 minutes later, the wave rolls out again and I release my lover’s. Suddenly, with a loud groan, he shot off a rather large load all over the counter. I took a few shots of him ejaculating all over the counter, and sent then sent all of the photos I had taken to my own phone, which was out in the car. Once they were all sent, I quickly deleted both the sent messages and the original photos I had taken from his phone, and emptied the trash folder for good measure. No replays.I snapped my blouse back together, pulled my skirt down, and kicked the chair out of the.