I need to hear the words"." Please Wendy please please don't make me say it, I can't Wendy, Ican't" I hear my pitiful words in my own head and my se...f loathingescalates to another level, what sort of husband, what sort of man amI. The answer comes immediately. I'm not. I'm neither. What sort ofhusband tortures his wife with his own shame, his own lies, his ownself delusions to avoid facing up to the truth? What sort of manpromises a woman the physical intimacy, the corporeal closeness,. A garden salad to start with followed by a nice roast of beef slow cooked, some baked potatoes and some asparagus with a nice creamy sauce; to end the evening, some tiramisu.I noticed it was after 5 and a final check of the arrangements was in order. I looked at my dining room and saw that everything was ready. The nice red wine I'd purchased had been uncorked and was breathing and in view of Jordan's age, I made sure a bottle of sparkling non-alcoholic wine was available. I decided to wait. Swimming back might have eased my hard dick had I not been following her in the pool. I pulled up short to watch her climb out. I was not disappointed or ashamed to watch as she hoisted herself easily from the pool, cat-quick but followed by a small cascade of water.“You don’t need it,” I said as I climbed out and reached for the towel she handed me. “I’m supposed to do that for you.”“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”“Yeah, and it shows, I know.” I wrapped the towel she handed me back around her. SLOPPY SECONDS Roy slowed his assault of Zoë's mouth, glanced at my raging hard on,laughed and said "I think the Preemie likes watching me fuck Zoë's pretty mouth?" It was obvious that I did, and I now noticed that the blonde Pixie and the Asian guy were making out like crazy. Zoë reached up to where my hands were on her breast, grabbed my wrist and again pinned me to the floor. "Roy, I'll bet this preemie would like to watch you fuck me even more." "He already came in you didn't he?" Roy.