I suspect that you are my secret crush. I am intrigued and wildly fascinated the reasons she holds you so dear. This could very well be old news. She may have grown tire of you and it is your man she seeks solemn and safety.
I entertain that she can’t control herself as he, the sexual urges between them but, exhale the stale air when three fill the sacred space.
Their eyes tell a different story. There is no script for you in the fairy tale. Deceit lies in your wedding bed. His cock grows as does her nose.
Her mourning coffee 