Based on participation levels last year I think that should be plenty to keep us busy for a month.Our story will be considered complete if all of thes... conditions are met. No matter what path a reader chooses they ought to be able to reach and an ending or two.How will this work?I will leave this story on Private until November 1st whereupon I will switch it over to Public. Chaos shall ensue for the month of November then on December 1st I will switch it back to Private and the story will. ”I was a bit of a mess stumbling down to gather our things. So much so that I managed to forget my room key and lock myself out of the room. Thankfully, by the time I made it back in, the water was off but the bathroom door was shut. I took a single t-shirt and laid it in the bed. She emerged with her hair up, towel around her covering everything I wanted, and a few beads of water still on her shoulders. I pressed her to wall and kissed her violently. She pushed me away, dropping her towel and. "Easy like, they're real tender."I didn't 'touch 'em' so much as she pressed her sweet titties into my palms. I held real still, and let her do it. My head bobbed, I wanted to suckle on a firm little nipple so bad. She twisted her shoulders back and forth, rubbing her warm soft skin against my hands."Feels good," she said, softly. "When somebody else does it."I'd completely forgotten about my dick until I felt her fingers slide down its length."Mm," I grunted, startled, snapping my hips. We had a brilliant sixty-nine but both seemed not ready for full penetration. We didn’t even need to discuss it. The food was starvation rations but she poured lovely wine. I spent the two hours before Gloria came home looking at everything in the house and noting what I wanted in the carve-up, as driving home from Liz’s I had decided to seek a divorce. Surprisingly, reaching that decision seemed neither to lighten nor weigh more heavily on my mind, I felt just the same – what do they call it?.