"Hey," was my reply.I stood there a moment, looking at him. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I thought back to having just been with Duane---fuckin... ourselves into a sweaty lather, while Robert, without knowing it, had been obsessing about the game! My pussy still tingled slightly as I walked on back to our bedroom to change clothes."Hey, what's for dinner?" I heard Ronald saying over the sports announcers yakking.That was so typical of my husband. He wasn't thinking of me, but of his. Maybe, I thought, she'd be at the house when I got home after the game.She wasn't.The next night, she was still missing from her box seat near third base, and I was getting concerned. I called her after the game, and got her answering machine. She couldn't come to the phone right now, her recorded voice told me, in the classic ambiguous fashion that's supposed to convince burglars that you're really not away -- you're just too busy to answer the phone.So I headed home, hoping to find her there,. More

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