But she wasn't hearing it. Shejust yelled, "Oh stop it Lee! Stop it! I told you already. I don't want tohear any more lies from you tonight." She sta...ted bawling uncontrollablyand ran from the kitchen. The next sound I heard was our bedroom doorslamming closed.I stood there stunned. Stunned and dumbfounded. I had no idea what to do.Debbie and I had never fought like this during our entire married life. Iwalked into the den and collapsed on the couch. The room felt like it wasspinning out of. . Friday? I don't know ... Yes ... yes … I will definitely make it!" Then we embraced for goodbye, our tongues dancing a final salsa until you we broke free, you grabbed your sandals and dashed off towards the train station. I could hardly hear your bare feet on the asphalt and started to realize that we had not even said "good-bye". I had not told you how much I liked being with you. I had not told you that I was burning with ... with what? Desire? Love?Lost in thoughts I strolled to the taxi. I wanted to swallow the whole fucking thing but my throat could not accommodate such a fucking big prick.Wet with slobber. Mr. Brayfield eased his cock from my mouth. He went to the foot of the bed, dragged me downa bit and yanked my under briefs off. My cock was a dwarf compared to his but he was soon thickening it up by taking the whole thing into his mouth. I could feel it growing inside his hot mouth and once fully erect Mr.Brayfield took it right down his throat and shook his head to make. I wish I had learned to use that age regressive software they installed at the farm. I could have seen the younger versions of them going at it.The sound of Mag 7 came from across the room, so I was forced to abandon my seat by the window and go find it I found it inside the small inexpensive antique leather purse. The one I sued to transport things from the car to the house. I also used it to transport things inside the bicycle basket."Hello Jen," I said. I knew it was her, since her picture.