I never saw the message light blinking on the answering machine until I awoke much later in the day and it was the most disconcerting message you coul... imagine. ‘Hi Hon,’ my husband’s voice sounded from the tiny speaker. ‘I guess you’re up and out early, maybe swimming a few laps?’ The message was time stamped at 6:30 a.m. ‘I would have sent you my usual good morning text, but Jennifer has my cellphone. She accidentally threw it in her briefcase last night with a bunch of stuff she was taking. We both knew that it would not be the last time we shared passions together. I could see in my mind’s eye when Marie would deep throat my engorged cock as she got rammed from behind with Jake’s ever hard youthful shaft…likely in her tight arse rather than her snatch…she really does love to be fucked up the ass and his dick is just the right size for her to take it all and love the joys it brings. I opened her car door and she sat in the passenger seat, it was only then I could see the true. He just kicked off his boots, threw his bag aside and collapsed on the king-sized bed. It wasn’t that long ago that he felt like he had the world on a string. A year ago, he was dating a gorgeous young Jamaican woman named Anita Thompson, he had his degree in hand and he was looking for work. He’d gotten through training at the police college and was shopping his resume to police agencies across the vastness of Ontario and beyond. He’d begun to despair when eight months went by without a single. Tony had enjoyed Wizard, he hadn’t been keen at all, but spending a night in London with Aunty Fiona, and her friend Ellie, now that was different, especially when they had explained the sleeping arrangements. “Would he mind?” Would he fuck!Fiona was thirsty, but she didn’t want to get up. She was comfortable, a warm feeling radiated from her stomach. She cuddled up to the warm body beside her, contented. She dozed, half awake, half asleep. Her right hand was between her legs, holding someone’s.