Good advice for me to follow, too.It’s wrong to feel that way, is a ridiculous statement. That feels wrong, or I have a bad feeling about this, are ...ther bits of nonsense.What’s wrong with the question, What’s wrong with me? Emotional conflicts. Your dark and light sides warring? Your conscience bothering you?Why can feeling anything, desire or something else for anyone, make you wrong?Does thinking inappropriate thoughts about your mom make you a motherfucker? Take it from me, and I’m a real. To Dave’s growing frustration, though, Sheri and I joined in on the chit chat most of the way home. Worse for him, Yale seemed more engaged with the conversation coming from the back.Finally, Dave declared, ”For people so tired you two sure do talk a lot!“Dave’s little plans were always so transparent, Sheri and I couldn’t help but snicker. Despite the enjoyment of making Dave suffer, Sheri and I eventually began to play along. We wound down our chatter, allowing Dave to talk with Yale on his. But I wanted to tease her too so I didn’t lick them fully. It was fun to watch her scream both in pleasure and frustration. My hands were fingering her clit while I caressed and fondled her boobs. The finally I kissed her whole breast and took turns on each of them. She was feeling every bit of it and her nipples were hard. I bit them a little and left a hickey on her breast.Then I moved down and kissed her pussy. She was shivering by my touch there. I started licking her pussy and also. “Go on leave,” Debbie said, “You worthless piece ofshit. Why did I ever marry you in the first place?” shesaid and threw her ring at his retreating back.Carl was at work when Debbie came, to see him and shesaid her credit card had been canceled. “Oh really?” Carlsaid with a smile, “Well that’s just too bad.”Carl turned and left his office for a meeting leavingDebbie standing there with her mouth hanging open.Debbie quickly turned when she.