Another part of me wanted to tell her to fuck off, and another part of me wanted to bend her over the table, and fuck her till she felt her soul leavi...g her body. "Not in the least, Zoe. It'll take more than your imaginary friend to make me jealous," I smirked as I lied to her. The feeling that was twisting my guts into double constrictor knots was jealousy. It felt foreign, new and old at the same time. The last time I remember being jealous had to have been in university. ‘Fuck! Life is. Her swollen pussy lips looked like bloody-red fleshy lumps pulsating around his thick shaft. He also used one of his thumbs to rub it against her asshole. His soul mate moaned with each thrust, her entire body shaking every time his hips slammed into her ass. One time his cock slipped unintentionally out of its love box which gave Megan the opportunity to suck it into her mouth before she put it back between Kate’s labia. It was the first time she smelled and tasted another woman on a man’s. So even when he told me goodbye, the wavering in his voice let me know that although he'd been the first man who was ever strong enough to break up with me, I could have him back if I wanted him. True, I might actually have to work a bit, but there was no doubt in my mind that I could get him back.I don't know why I thought about that as I packed. Maybe my reaction to leaving yet another man before he hurt me, or left me had me feeling a bit maudlin. Perhaps the fact that I was nearing forty. I knew about the baggage named Roger when I proposed, so I knew pretty much everything that I needed for an advance warning.What I did not know was the extent to which it would come to haunt me. I am not insecure and I am not afraid of losing Natalie to Roger. The reason is - I never had Natalie, I was just the life partner to share the bed with while he was her confidant. He was the first person she called when she got promoted. He was the first person she called when her father died - not me,.