Chương 99: Blurred Lines

So I am finding myself standing on the doorstep of a fucking hotel room. Now there are big parts of me that want to kick himself for doing this, yet those parts that are not hating her want to make sure that my son is safe. Yet, I don't know if I can truly trust her; now there is a fucked up thing, you cannot trust my wife.

But pushing aside our differences, she soon, and god, did I wish I did not, but as she opens that door, that hints of honey attack my senses and renders me completely weak in every crack of bone of my knees. When she swings that door open, then I know that I have made a big mistake.

There are only but inches, and when I say inches, I mean there is a strip of red fabric covering her breasts, and then there is an even more of an inch of white covering that tight ass. She has this two-piece thing going, which covers the only thing I now desire to see. Yet, I shake my head in clear frustration.