I even suspect she's trying to get me to have an affair." "What? Why?" "Well as it turns out, I have my suspicions but no proof mind you, that she has...been having one for a while. Just a few things pointing in that direction and I guess that if she catches me having an affair she won't feel any guilt for her own." "Holy crap, Ben. I had no idea. I'm so sorry." "Don't worry about it. Truth is it's kind of liberating you know. I knew she didn't want me any longer but I had no idea why. Now I know. I don't remember anything between then and when Mary shook me awake for Christmas dinner. "Dinner's ready, Artie." Just hold the pillow over my face until I quit moving." Come now." Mary took my arm, tugged me up, and herded me upstairs. I ducked into the bathroom for a couple of minutes.I still felt sleepy. When Mom saw me enter the kitchen, she asked in a scolding tone of voice, "Were you asleep all afternoon?" Yeah, I didn't sleep much last night." He was dead to the world when we were down. You scoop his cum up and rub it into your tits. He lies down beside you and gives you a cuddle. “You are such a sexy little bitch” he says “No. I am sexy little slut” you reply. You carry on kissing and cuddling for a while. All the kissing and cuddling has you aroused again. “Fuck me again honey” you say to our husband. “Sorry honey I am just too tired” he replies. “Mmmmmmmmmm if I had another cock to play I could happily let you rest” you think to yourself. “Just lie there and enjoy yourself”. The only variances had been the gender and social standing of the victims which was the opposite pattern of most serial murders, the perpetrator usually looked for victims who represented ‘something’ to their twisted minds. That generally meant the victims looked similar, dressed similar, and had similar buying habits, educational backgrounds, and life styles. Essentially, the serial killer was killing the same person over and over, trying to work out some twisted logic that said the.