"Ok I guess. So has Carl jumped your shit yet? I saw him bitching at Becky. I guess he feels like he needs to take his problems out on someone else." ...he said."Not yet but he does seem to be in a pissy mood today. I wonder what’s eating him." I said making conversation."Well according Mr. Huey, Carl has a pregnant wife at home and he is not the daddy. Carl has to make arrangements for his wife to take a long trip until that baby is born and then Carl has to pay for everything including c***d. My moans increased with her, getting louder and louder."I can't take it anymore of this teasing slow fuck, please, fuck me hard, harder, HARDER!"Kim grabbed my hips, leaned in kissed me on the back, then just started to bang the living shit out of me! She was pounding as fast as she could and as hard as she could. I could her moaning and screaming as she tried as hard as she could to give me the best pounding of my life. She started to get so loud, until I couldn't hear anything at all, until I. Fran was happy to see her, which I could tell because she immediately perked up, but the perkiness was concealed beneath the afghan. I waved a greeting and said simply, "Thanks, Liz." Boring stuff tonight. You got me out of there. Give." As she booted the Vaio.Fran started slowly as I peeled off the afghan, but Liz has good people skills and soon got the whole story, in ugly detail. By which time Liz was going through her files.She was peering at a listing. "Anyone else working on this?" I. I'd made sure that I'd never seen any of the material Gail's private detectives had gathered, and I believed Mary that she had never brought him into our bedroom. Nonetheless he was there. Just as he'd forced himself into our lives, he had forced his way into our home.After two weeks, I gave up. I found a Baymeadows one bedroom condo not too far from the Hunt main corporate office and moved enough supplies to live on a daily basis.I let myself have three Scotch on the rocks every night between.