She had her hands on her hips and was sighing, dejectedly.“What’s the matter, Love?” I asked.With the most depressing look I’d ever seen on he... pretty little face, I said to her, “Patience, my dear Sweet Caroline – It will be full sooner than you might expect, with your birthday and Christmas and the 11th of every month.”“The 11th of every month? I don’t get it? Why the 11th of every month?”“Two reasons, it was the 11th of this month that we first expressed our love for each other and every. In fact, in the process of the discussion, Stan made a counter-proposal he obviously had thought hard about -- move to Hartford with the boys, and become involved in the family business, so that in time it could be passed down to them. Drawing deep on his reserves of diplomacy, Dave agreed it had a great deal of merit but wanted some time to think about it, since it would be a major career change at an already difficult time. While he was already facing a great deal of other change, staying. I want you to eat me!” Her blunt dirty talking was getting me hotter than I already was. She unbuttoned her jeans, stretched her legs out and said, “Take these fucking shorts off, mister and eat me!” “You are bad, aren’t you and bossy,” I said, getting on my knees between her spread legs, grabbing the frayed ends of her cut offs, pulling them off her squirming ass and threw them across the room. She had no panties on. I then put her legs over my shoulders and got between her warm thighs, my. So here I am. I’m tired of waiting for him to do anything to me, no matter how badly I want him to. No matter how turned on I am. I don’t think he even realizes it anymore. I spend a lot of time online listening to audio porn, dripping wet, wishing I wasn’t alone. Wishing I didn’t need to reach down and touch myself. Feel how swollen my clit is, feel how ready I am for his cock. Because I don’t want anyone else, really. I just want him. Sex used to be amazing. He used to love to go down on me.