We were both nude. McKayla had always given the most wonderful erotic massages, but now that she had learned to give the therapeutic kind, they were s...oooooooooooo much better.Her fingernails raked my skin, her featherlight touch drawing a line of goosebumps across my back. I felt her hair brush across my shoulders then her warm breath on my neck."I love you," she whispered.My toes started to tingle as her warm lips pressed against my skin. I swear my nipples were so hard they could cut glass!I. I chuckled at the sight I had replayed in my mind. I hoped that today wouldn't be any different from the norm but boy was I wrong. Tristan was late home from work and he said he had been shopping. That's the part that caught my attention. Tristan never willingly went shopping it was always a fight to get him to do so. "Tell my why you're really home late? Were you fucking that new receptionist? Is that why you're late home?" I demanded "What?! You really think that lowly of me? You think that I. "As Jared pulled onto the NEAT campus he began to see many signs and banners welcoming him. This was a large campus that made up half the area population during the school year, but the draw from over New England was like that of the Red Sox. Most of New England was rural and driving 2 or more hours to get somewhere was a hop, skip and a jump for many of them. The stadium was built with money and land bequeathed to the campus for that reason. With 40,000 seats the NCAA became interested in. I watched her go, then come back and meet me in the family room. She had put on some black sweats and a ski cap. I had no idea what she thought she was doing, but she pointed toward the back door and kissed me. Twice. Then she was gone. Quietly and on the ground, she left and was in the back yard. Several seconds passed. Two shots. Then nothing. I cried. My tears actually dropped on my legs. I could feel them. I hadn’t been that pissed, mad, or out of control in 6 years, but it happened again..