Hell, not only me, but half the guys I know have told me they'll take her if I ever decide to get rid of her.Despite my earlier "stupid cunt" remark, ...anda isn't stupid. She knows that she is the cause of my bad moods and she's determined to do what she can (short of giving up those damn pills) to try and calm me down. She waits on me hand and foot; cooks all my favorite meals; encourages me to go out with my buddies and bowl, play cards and that kind of stuff. She has even, so help me God,. No, I decided I didn’t want that, not at the moment. Certainly, not the way we had talked about last August, not with Janelle, I was sure of that. And Lori? Well, maybe we could ... no, I decided I shouldn’t, not at the moment. Besides, maybe there was something in what Lori felt about Cathy and me getting back together. I had discounted that, not wanting to get my hopes up over something that probably wouldn’t happen. But of the three possibilities, being back with Cathy was what I really. " "You feel guilty." Not exactly," James said, "I think, why do I do it, it's just that it's . . . crazy, perverted. I say I'll stop. I won't do it any more. But then I get the urge and I do it again." Has there been times when you refused to give in to the urge?" Only if I couldn't do it, like if my wife was home, or I had work to do." And how do you feel then?" I don't think I feel anything. I just know I can't so I forget about it." Do you feel anxious?" No. Not that I'm aware of," James. ”His big nasty dick rips into me, cutting, slashing up shithole. My belly rubs over the bricks, it hurts. He holds me in the air, clutching digging his thick fingers deep into my waist, fucking me, fucking me hurting me.Tears run from my eyes. My left check erupts as the salt of my tears gets into the scratches. My breathing is shallow and fast, each thrust drives the air from my lungs. With each withdrawal, I suck in a new breath, I near the point of hyperventilation. He’s discharged, even so,.