Out to pasture.
He got me pregnant, you know. Twice. His looks and my husband's are so different so there would have been some splaining to do.
I miscarried both times, most likely because my body knows that I'm unfit to commit. Or maybe it's just my karma.
Stacey may be gone in five Monty's time, so I decided to make the best of what is at present.
He fucked me so hard for our year one that I could barely sit the next day. My choked me lightly and fingered me hard.
He licked my lips, both of them.
I should probably try to start living without him, but I'm selfish and what he wants doesn't matter to me.
I matter to me. So I continue to fuck myself.
I'll just call Frank. I don't need this other bullshit.