For the first 9 years of our marriage, we did though, we said no to everything and anything that would try to separate us. I thought that we'd last fo...ever and we might have if not for my stupidity.You see at least for a woman, the fashion lifestyle doesn't last very long, there's always someone younger or hotter, or just different coming along. Seniority doesn't bring you respect it just makes you old. So in my late twenties, I was no longer the darling of the magazines and the runways, I was. I had no idea that Ryan had such a nice cock. He was a little skinny, cute kind of guy so I never expected that he would have such a huge thing hiding in his pants. I could have just watched him stroking his cock and shoot his cum on my panties, but I ruined it all as I tried to open the door a little more. Ryan saw me peeking at him, and he quickly pulled up his shorts. I came back to his bedroom, and before I could leave, he asked me to stop. “What the hell are you doing in my room?” he. He gave me another sad look."I'm sorry ok? So she's asking for a divorce huh?"He nodded. "Yeah and the faster the better she told me."I sat next to my brother. "It's ok Abel. You can stay here for a while. You'll be back on your feet in no time."I was wrong about my brother getting back on his feet. Instead of looking for work, Abel would lounge around all day in my apartment and watch TV. He'd eat all my Lean Cuisine meals and leave his laundry around the living room. He was quickly wearing. Anyway, they're having a floor party soon -- I forget what the occasion is, but they always manage to find one whenever things get too dull. You wanna come?"Rick instantly thought back to his first year of college, when he had been foolish enough to sign up for a dorm in hopes of making friends and transforming himself into a cool college guy. He had ended up with a boisterous jock roommate, constantly chasing him out of the room so that he could score with drunk chicks. Rick had wandered those.