Sometimes marriage problems are job related, and sometimes people simply grow apart.The selfish bitch, Bret mumbled under his breath."More?" asked the...cute waitress, emphasizing her question by lifting the coffee pot in her hand.Bret checked his watch. "Nah, I have to get going."He took one last sip of what was left in his cup, left two bucks on the table, paid the bill, and walked out. He had an appointment with Terry, his soon-to-be-ex-wife ... the selfish bitch.He couldn't believe she. "Don't, James." What's that? You don't want me to touch you?" No, no, I'm sorry. I mean, yes I want you to touch me. I just ... I don't want ... oh shit."Cathy burst into tears and walked swiftly out of the kitchen, all the way down the hall and into the bedroom where she fell on the bed, tears rolling down her cheeks. The anger and nervousness of the last few hours had her nerves so agitated she couldn't even allow her husband's caress and playfulness."Cathy?" James stood at the door of their. ‘You need an appointment.’ Ignoring her, Matt pounded once heavily on the door conveniently marked ‘Editor’, flung the door open and walked in. The startled editor, writing his editorial for the next day’s paper at a side desk, swung round in his swivel chair to face the intruders. ‘Mr Ludlow, I’m Matt Curtis …’ ‘Yes, I know who you are. Good afternoon Reginald. Now, perhaps you can explain the reason for bursting in here like this?’ The receptionist called from the doorway, ‘Do you need. . nibbling on her ear ... My hands had started to explore her body ... My right hand was massaging her right tit from outside her bikini ... I went behind her back and opened the top ... which presented me her breasts ... they were one of the best I had ever seen ... I couldn't stop for even a second and launched my lips at her boobs ... I started to kiss her breasts ... while my right hand started to rub her pussy ... My left hand was at her left nipple, while I sucked on the one on the right.