He said,"That all that I need to think about to get aroused. As long as I am included and not being insulted, I would love it. I just love to watch yo... cum. You know I love to watch you masturbate and really cum hard, because you do it for me sometimes." My fantasy is to watch you fuck a guy that can make you cum hard and then, I would love to fuck your cum filled pussy while our stud waits for his next turn!"I was so fucking excited thinking about it I was shaking. I immediately went down on. “I don’t give a rat’s patootie if my ex-husband cares. As far as I know, he’s still in Arkansas,” she replied.“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were divorced,” I replied. Technically, I hadn’t even known she was married.“Am I forgiven enough to rate an hour or two so we can talk?” she asked.“You rate as much time as you want. You’re single, I’m single, and aside from tying up a few loose ends here and needing to get home soon, I have no other obligations here,” I replied, brushing a lock of her. I got on her case the next morning and got a lot of nasty feedback from her. I guess that was the breaking point right there. I'd been thinking about how unhappy I was, and she was acting miserable towards me, so when she started to getting snarky about answering my question, I lost it. I grabbed some clothes and left right then and there." Wow! That doesn't sound like the Stan Copely I know. So, you not only walked out on your wife, but you quit your job too?" Yup. Walked out Saturday morning. ”“It’s an acquired taste,” he replied.“What is that stuff?”Jack laughed and sat down on the couch. “It’s distilled wine.” I looked confused. “It’s like drinking whiskey straight. If you can’t do that, you can’t do brandy. It’s really just a flavored sort of whiskey.” He held his arms out to me and I slid onto his lap, sitting sideways, and put an arm around his neck. I had been waiting for this moment for most of the past week! I promptly stopped worrying about my mistake and settled down. Jack.