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Brady's Mom - Part 1 free porn video
While standing on the sidewalk outside of the bar Chris started to think about everything going on in his life and marriage. He loved his wife very much. He would do anything for her including giving up his own life for hers if the need were to ever arise. He wouldn't even need to think twice about dying for her. Could he say the same about her though? No, no he couldn't say that about her. He questioned her feelings toward him and any love that she claimed to have for him. He wasn't sure about anything anymore.
A couple, who was obviously inebriated, walked out the bar, arm in arm to steady each other, and stopped for a brief moment for a passionate kiss. Breaking the kiss they laughed and smiled at each other before continuing on their way. Chris tried hard to think about when the last time he kissed his wife, let alone passionately. He couldn't remember. He couldn't even remember the last time his wife had kissed him, passionately or otherwise. Had she ever actually kissed him? Maybe while they dated she had kissed him, maybe not. All the kisses were definitely initiated by him. Shit. Why had he thought about that right this moment?
Chris watched the couple disappear down the sidewalk and around the corner. He wondered what else was out there and if the grass really was greener on the other side. Another woman, a different relationship, another shot at life.
A patron walked out of the bar to have a cigarette and held the door open for him. Chris took his queue and walked through the door into the dim lights and loud noise. He looked around the bar not sure what he was doing. When was the last time he had even been in a bar? Had he ever taken his wife to a bar while they were dating? Definitely not since they had been married. He started to get the feeling as if his wife knew he was here and felt guilty for betraying her. Although he hadn't actually done anything, not yet anyways. Is this what his life had become? Accepting the anger from his wife for things he hadn't done and the things she thought he might do. This was crazy.
Chris saw someone get up and pay their tab. He started moving towards the now vacant seat at the bar. He greeted the bartender, ordered a beer, and sat down on the battered barstool. Taking a sip of his beer as he looked around the room. The room wasn't very big. Just big enough to hold about ten tables that seated four people comfortably. The bar ran around the room in an L-shape. Doubt started to set in him again.
There were quite a few people in the bar tonight. Friday nights at Shakey's Dive appeared to be a happening place. It looked like many of the people in the bar were couples. Some were on dates, others were with friends and other couples. Nobody had looked in direction since he walked through the door. He was feeling a bit overwhelmed and alone.
Chris drank his beer and ordered another glass. While he waited for the bartender he stared down at his coaster. He started to think about his wife and what she was doing this weekend. He played out in his mind her return home after an entire weekend away from him. The reunion scene he pictured was romanticized. He pictured her coming home and giving him a big, long, kiss while wrapping her arms around his neck from missing him so much. Maybe they would make it up the stairs to their bedroom or maybe they would just use the couch and make glorious love. Then the bartender set a beer down in front of him snapping him back into reality. Of course that wouldn't be what happened. She would come home, maybe give him a peck on the cheek, start putting her stuff away, and tell him all about the weekend she had. He would suggest having sex. Maybe she would get angry, or maybe she just outright reject him and continue with her stories. There was a small, very small, chance she would agree and they would make love. It was much more likely that he would end up beating off after she fell asleep.
The beer sat in front of him untouched for several minutes. Chris sat starting off into nothing, not really present, not really gone. Somewhere between the living and the dead. He was about to pay off his tab, call it a night, and head home when he heard a soft voice behind him.
"You look like someone who needs some company."
Chris turned around and saw an attractive woman standing behind him holding a cocktail. He watched her take a sip from a straw, saw her looking right into his eyes. It was like she was looking inside him, seeing him completely. He couldn't explain the feeling that gripped him. It felt like he was exposed, but only to her. He felt an instant connection with her and he didn't even know who she was, or even her name.
"Uh, what?", Chris stammered. Not sure exactly what to say or what she was implying he didn't want to over play his hand.
"Well, I've been watching you since you walked in tonight. It looks like someone kicked your puppy or stole your lunch money."
"Ah, that, well, yeah I guess so," Chris replied.
"Quite the wordsmith, aren't you?"
"You just surprised me is all. Would you care to join me?", Chris asked.
"I wouldn't have walked all the way over here if I didn't."
Chris looked at the seats next to him on both sides. Both seats were occupied. Not sure what to do he felt a panic of embarrassment rising in his chest.
The woman noticed Chris was wanting to ask her to join him, but unable to figure out how, or where. She decided to help him out. "I have a table across the room. My friend is holding it for me, but she was getting ready to leave. We can sit there if you would like."
"That would work just fine," Chris said. -->
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