As we sat and talked over dinner, I got to really look at you again. Even through the exhaustion, I wanted you. I loved seeing your cleavage, and I ...efinitely noticed your ass in those slacks when we were walking out from the car. It got my head thinking of all the dirty things I wanted to do with you. I was thrilled when you flirted back with me at dinner, and I could see the way you were looking at me when I got up to go to the bathroom. It wasn't just a causal look. It's the look I'd. “What, no Tiger?” I asked. “He is safe at home” he said “they don’t let dogs into the pub”. “What a shame” I said “I was hoping for a threesome”. Denis just laughed and we went inside. “You look nice” he said as we sat down. “Oh this old thing” I said and picked up the menu. “That is a shame” I said “there is no hamburger on the menu”. He looked at me for a second or two and then laughed. “God, you are not going to let me forget it are you” he said. I just smiled sweetly.We had a nice meal,. He lay back, pulling her with him, keeping his lips on hers, and rocking her until his cock finally slipped out of its new, warm and welcoming home. The lovers lay in the moonlight, their bare limbs twined together. Rachael ran her fingers through his hair and she kissed him, so sweetly. Brian held her close, afraid to let her go. It was Rachael who finally broke the silence that enveloped them as they lay together. “Brian, I don’t know what to say. I don’t know if this was the. ” A tear appeared on her left cheek. “Sometimes he is kind of cute when he’s drunk, but not very often. Sometimes he’s worse.”“Has he hit you?” I asked.Stefani shook her head, smiling. “One time he raised his hand as if he was going to hit me, and I looked him right in the eye and said, quite calmly as I remember, ‘If you hit me even one time our marriage is over.’ He never raised his hand again. No, his abuse is verbal and psychological. That plus his umpteen affairs! I am near the.