I really need time away to sort out my feelings, Curt,” I replied, “Read your damn email.”There was silence after that. I was tense, knowing Cur... was finally seeing my break-up message. Marcy was glancing at me, obviously concerned.“Going well?” she asked, a note of sarcasm in her tone.“No. But at least he’s got the message now.”“Why are you doing this, Jules?” Curt finally asked, “I want you here. I need you here. We can talk this out together.”To my surprise, that tugged at my heartstrings a. . and deep... hard and fast. Fuck my ass, Ken, as hard as you can."Ken pushed in and out, increasing the speed of his penetration. He did not, however, "fuck her as hard and deep as he could". Not yet. This would have caused her real pain and Ken was experienced enough to know that it would be better to gradually increase the action. But he didn't take very long and within less than a minute he was sending his entire length as deeply as it would go into Alisons tight rear. Alison had started to. She was standing in the doorway yelling at her mother. ‘You fucking old cunt, that is my man, and my cock. You don’t care about my feelings you slut’. ‘Pam, I’m sorry, I don’t know how it happened, after your father died, I was so lonely, it just happened.’ My wife looked at me, then back at her mother. She came into the room and landed a right to Debbies face. She lunged at me and landed on the bed. I grabbed her by the wrist and held her. She was looking at me and crying, I felt awful about. It was exactly what Stan called it…”The Oasis”. “So how do you think the game will turn out?” asked Stan. “I don’t know”, replied Larry, “but I have to pull for the underdog”. They both focused on the TV as they enjoyed the cold beer Clare came from the house towards the guys. She had since removed her beach wrap and her bikini clad body was on full display. Larry could not help but stare as she approached. “You guys doing ok out here?” asked Clare. “We’re good, babe, thanks”, replied Stan.