They were well beyond my reach, though.I've had a few bad habits that I've tried to break, such as using paper plates and bowls rather than washing my...dishes. I've eliminated going to bars for my liquor as well as eliminating consuming soda pop. I've gone from "Oscar" to something like "Felix". (Anyone remember the Odd couple? Felix was a neat freak.) The trouble was my life was getting pretty damned repetitious. I'd been on the road for four years. Everything was starting to look the same,. "That's going to lead to trouble. You should strive for counter-play by opening the queen-bishop file. Want some help?" Uh, no, that's okay..." I glanced up at Isabelle as she sat on the floor with me, her young face intently pondering her next move. She had already taken her shower and was in her pajamas, her bedtime was 8 PM. But her mother was on her way to Spain, traveling with her extended family to visit her parents for Christmas. Isabelle and I would follow in two days, when Isabelle's. "I opened it and it was a duplicate of my address book. I have my family and all my close friends as well as my church friends. I thought to myself, "This isn't good!"A few moments later another text came, "Watch the four vids I sent, get back with me and tell me what you think of your little porn movie."My heart sank, I was sick, it was one thing to get tricked into having sex, it was another to fantasize, and I am sure every wife has things she doesn't want her husband to know about, things. “Oh! Yes! Ahh!” Shruti moaned from the intensity of my cum hitting her womb, filling her up for a second time in one night.The next morning, I was more myself. She was naturally curious to know what had happened to me. I recalled my conversation with her mother.“I can’t believe my mom was so dirty she asked you to fuck her daughter like a slut. I always knew she had a slutty side to her. Even though she never accepted it.” Shruti smiled with a sense of pride.All that talk got me hard again. She.