Doesn’t seem right being home and him not there. I was glad this time around he was with two friends, so his separation would seem to pass more quic...ly. (I still vividly remember all those woebegone eyes looking up as I passed the doors at the shelter; dogs are companionable creatures (once the pack hierarchy is sorted) and that’s why I always went for a dog-sitting service rather than straight stockade-like boarding kennel. It’s more expensive, but they get much more human interaction.)We. Polly opens her legs and Michele slides between them; their stockinged legs feel exquisite as they rub together.“Put it in me Michele! Fuck me!” she moans and reaches down and places Michele’s penis at the entrance to her hot wet vagina.Polly lifts her legs and wraps them around Michele’s flanks, pulling her closer. Polly guides Michele’s rampant penis inside her hot, buttery entrance and she humps away, kissing and raking Michele’s flanks with her high-heels, goading Michele to fuck her. How in the world you can believe my attendance is optional is beyond me. I have gone to all your mandatory gatherings for years and played the good little wife. I don't know why you think you do not have to attend mine. OK, OK, I admit you will be on your own for the duration of our meeting but so what? We will be together for the social hour and banquet. I just can not believe you would rather believe the rumors you have been told me about my company instead of what I am telling you goes on at. She was lonely, and he was available—really available, as it turns out. To be fair to her, she did tell me that I wasn’t paying enough attention to her. I thought she was just complaining, and I utterly failed to understand the intensity of her need, which I am not, to be brutally honest with myself, capable of supplying. I loved her—still love her, in a way—but what I need in a partner is someone who doesn’t need all of me, all of the time. What worries me is that that’s what makes me.