I've sat alone at home many times while my wife is at her bull's house, the two of them enjoying each other.
While I sit alone, I can't think of anything else. The TV is on but I can't concentrate on it or anything else. All I can think about it them. What are they doing in that very second? Is he inside her? Are they locker together in a passionate imbrace, a part of him deep inside her? Is she experiencing a level of pleasure I just can't provide. Is he feeling parts deep inside her i'll never feel?
While I can't think of anything else do you ever think of me (the husband)? Do you talk about me before, during or after? Do you pity me? Do you feel guilty that I'm not there? Or do I not even feature? Do I not even flicker into your thought? At what point do your thought turn to me, when its all over?
While I sit alone, I can't think of anything else. The TV is on but I can't concentrate on it or anything else. All I can think about it them. What are they doing in that very second? Is he inside her? Are they locker together in a passionate imbrace, a part of him deep inside her? Is she experiencing a level of pleasure I just can't provide. Is he feeling parts deep inside her i'll never feel?
While I can't think of anything else do you ever think of me (the husband)? Do you talk about me before, during or after? Do you pity me? Do you feel guilty that I'm not there? Or do I not even feature? Do I not even flicker into your thought? At what point do your thought turn to me, when its all over?
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