She with anger told me shut the fuck up and mind your business, I was tempted very badly, and started lashing out on her back, we both argued out for ...5 mins continuously. I broke the night lamp, she broke the ceramic plate with the food by throwing it away.I was very angry, went close to her and hold her firmly and asked, what’s the problem with you, stop acting like this.She said you’re the problem, you never care for me these days, always working, why the hell did you marry me?I stood, by. Even though I was worried I fell right asleep. I woke eight hours later to a text alert.Lindsey: “where are you?”Me: where are you? What happened to your flight?”Lindsey: “When will you be home? I have something to tell you!”Me: “yah, about that, well I won’t be home for a while, where are you?”Lindsey: “are you serious? WHERE ARE YOU!?!?!”I took a selfie near the gates at the airport next to a sign all in German, I sent her the picture then my phone rang. “Where the hell are you Dale?” Lindsey. Slowly she lowered herself down. I’ve honestly never felt a pussy as tight as hers! It took her a few attempts to get the whole length inside her too. I’d by no means class myself as big guy either. I’m certainly no porn star put it that way, but she soon settled in and started a combination of bouncing up and down and grinding backwards and forwards. She kept up the eye contact and smiled at me in-between gentle moans. With her pretty face smiling down at me I couldn’t resist giving her tits a. " He said with a beer in his hand.The nervousness reappeared but I stepped past him and entered the main room. I heard the sound of several dead bolts click behind me."Have a seat." He pointed at a large flat pillow on the floor right in front of a large leather chair. He gently but firmly pushed me forward a bit. "The pillow is soft and warm."The television was on and the smell of Italian food swirled in the air. I guess he was like a hippy or something with the whole pillow thing so why not..