To paraphrase a President, it all depends on what the meaning of "it" is. I suppose I managed to get through the day without showing my inner turmoil.... But I couldn't begin to tell you what I did. When I got home that evening, my wife was sitting at the kitchen table reading a magazine. It may sound callous, but I didn't feel any sort of guilt about my dalliance with Jenny. The way I looked at it, my wife hadn't lost anything; it had been years since she had shown any interest in sex, so I. “They...” I gestured at the book. “They loved me. They really did. I wasn’t abandoned, just ... lost.” I swallowed thickly.He held me tighter and kissed my forehead. “And now they’re gone. I’m so sorry, love.”Relieved that he understood – that maybe I wasn’t totally crazy – I buried my face in his shirt and let the tears flow one more time. Of everyone we knew, I thought Alistair might understand what I was going through the most; his parents had loved him and yet not been around either, and he. I was used to straddling multiple worlds. And as I fell asleep in the large leather chair next to the bed, I wondered how I would get my usual “win-win” out of this situation. I began dreaming almost immediately.An hour later, “Right,” Angus said, “I see that you really don’t need me.”His voice startled me awake. He stood there, along with Velvel, dripping rain water all over the wood floor and part of the area rug. I never knew a dog could grin. “I was asleep,” I replied while trying to. She seemed interested. Next thing I know she accepts cam, his cock is barely visible he has his shirt off witn a baseball hat on. As I lay there I feel my wife grab my cock and stroke it. He asks her to show him her big tits which she does, as soon as she pulls out one tit, I look over and can see him grab his cock to stroke it, it looks thick. He is in his late 20's. She sits up abit so I look at her face then I see that look, no longer tired, it is like it gave her a boost of energy. He.