There was morefights. Then one night I finally blew my stack, it was 10 PM and she was off somewhere, so I went looking. I found her, too. She was si...ting in at Clancy’s, a seedy bar in town down by the mill parking lot. The guy she was sitting way too close to I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I walked up to her and told her to get up and come home. She didn’t want to, the guy got up with the usual ‘Look bud.’ That lasted 5 seconds. Patra came with me but when I got home the next day she was. The breast suckling and her pregnancy hormones only made her want to fuck even more. Bruce dug in and hammered her, like a rock drill in the mines below the town. He drove deep enough to strike silver ore with his pounding penetration. Carla was already hot from sucking rancher dick and fingering herself at the brothel for hours. Now she was dry milked and nipple suckled into pleasurable heaven. Her clit was mashed against her husband's pubic bone and triggered wave after wave of orgasms. Each. Back to the upright, I see! You certainly were theparty girl last night! And when you crashed! Want a cup of coffee?" Yes...please. Oh, I see you have juice, I'd like a little of that too,if it's all right." Here, I'll get you a glass." She has a funny looking smile on her face.I look at her sort of puzzled and say, "Yes, what?"She smiles some more putting a cup and a glass in front of me. "Oh,nothing, really. So how did you sleep last night? Comfy?"I sigh, and reply, "Well, pretty. Oh my God, I’d done it, I’d invited him to my home. What was I thinking! What do I wear? What do I say? Will he like me? Will I like him? No going back! Then I hear the yard gate and know its too late — he’s arrived! Using all my inner strength I open the door and plaster on a smile. Phew it’s ok, he is still the lovely sweet man who had been chatting to me on the phone trying to figure out my needs and wants. I make coffee and we talked for an hour, how I regretted that hour now. Next time.