I watched her. I watched her ass. I watched her and let my mind think the things it didn't like to think anymore. As I drove home I felt dirty. I thin... Asa had beaten that reaction into me. Fucking was dirty. I went home.I love my wife, as much as she will let me anyway. She loves me in her own way. That said we are little more than roommates with the mutual connection of having bred a six-foot-four weak-side linebacker and honours student together. He would be gone in 18 months and lord knows. I relaxed back in my chair for a moment, before going outside on the balcony of the office where smoking was allowed, and enjoyed the late afternoon breeze. I asked Liem to phone Ping and check if the trip was ok, and she responded she already had, and the driver expected to be here about 7p.m. so she had directed him to the restaurant where the office would be eating dinner.I decided to pack up then, walked the short distance to my hotel, stopping to buy some beer on the way – I never drink. . until one might need to be incognito and anonymous for some reason. Well, that was a problem for another day, and I didn’t have much say or control about this yet, did I, if I ever would?For whatever reason, Jessica only wanted us to use more sexually explicit words in Spanish today. Profanity. Sexually charged phrases, things like that. It was very much out of character for a supposedly devout Jehovah’s Witness wife and mother, wasn’t it? I wasn’t gonna complain, though, and evidently,. His brother was first, a day-late birthday present, Kenneth mockingly called it. In reality, extortion. Kenneth caught him by hidden webcam trying to suck his own cock as a birthday present the day before. His first taste of cock fell on Martin Luther King’s birthday.Peter shrugged. “I can’t tell you, not here. It’s on my laptop at home.”“Yeah, sure,” Nick scoffed. “Of course it is.”“It is!” Peter protested. “I know how many times I sucked you in total, though. That I looked at last night.”Nick.