Neither of us has had a drink since that night. It might seem extreme, but we want to avoid any more stupid decisions. The one thing I miss, is sex. I...��ve only had sex once since Michelle left. The one time was with Jessica, a friend of mine who I always seemed to hook up with whenever I was single. She had come over one night to see how I was doing , and we started talking about old times. I told her about what had driven Michelle and I apart, and that I thought my arms were strong enough now. Brock Maitland had been spotted at Essence the night before, canoodling with a stunning Joan Collins look-alike. The digital images confirmed it. That was enough to set tongues wagging. But it was the photo of them clinking their champagne flutes together that had transfixed me.She wasn’t wearing her wedding rings!The media hyped, as they had with each one of his previous floozies: Would this one be The One? More to follow...Jean-Claude had returned the previous afternoon. We spent the evening. Their thighs were saturated by the other's juices. Their sensitised clits pounding harder and harder against the other's soft smooth skin. Their voices had fallen silent, talking replaced by gasps, moans of pleasure and erratic breathing. As passion and lust inflamed their actions, Katie clutched at the cheeks of Claire’s arse, digging her fingernails into the soft flesh in the process. Both were on the verge of another orgasm, pussy’s throbbing violently until, first, Katie tensed followed and. Sally and her family seemed to fit right in. Tina and Sam seemed to really hit it off.I was fortunate enough to make love to both of my wives I hadn't seen in a couple of months that night. Life is good.Saturday, April 29, 1848Ed: St Joseph, MissouriWalker rode by this morning, not long after we had gotten up. When he saw me and the other new people, he stopped his horse and stared at us for a while. I thought for a minute he was going to ride over to us, but eventually he turned and rode.