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Early autumn in Indian Rocks Beach was a peaceful time. Too early for the snowbirds who routinely flock to Florida's warmer climate. Too late for the summer vacationers. Drunk Sex Video And peace was just what I needed right now. The previous six months of my life had been pure hell. Stress to the 10th degree. All because the man I married turned out to be a philandering idiot.
I'd been working as a manager in a large department store and it fell to me to close the store on a Wednesday night. Even though it was a necessary evil, I didn't like closing. Since my husband, Ben, had switched to working third shift because of the pay differential it meant that I had to clear out of the house in the morning so as not to disturb him while he slept and it cut into what little personal time we had together. Drunk Sex Video I resented his decision, feeling that we really didn't need the extra money as much as we needed our evenings together. It also angered me that he made the choice without discussing it with me first.
That morning I spent a couple of hours at the library and then went to the gym to work out. Since becoming the store manager, my eating and exercising habits had pretty much fallen by the wayside and I needed to get back into the groove. I showered at the gym but then slipped home to change into my business attire. Drunk Sex Video Though I tried to be quiet, I knew Ben was aware of my presence by the way he tossed and turned in bed. I departed quickly, stopping to eat lunch at a neighborhood diner on my way to the store.
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