“I love hearing you moan…… when I bite your nipples…… I love how you spread your legs wider telling me to go inside you without using any words.” He said. What the hell?” he said getting angry. YASSS BITCH, RIDE HIM GIRL!!!” they yelled, laughing and clapping. Why would my husband be shopping at Lane Bryant? “Courtney, I will be filing for divorce tomorrow….. they were watching us. He informed me that all the utilities were in my name, the credit cards were based off my credit score, he was just an authorized user. So he wants this to be contested?” he asked sitting next to me, crossing his right leg, drinking his Bourbon. I looked at him, up and down. The black velvet drapes hung over the bay windows. He ran his hands through my hair, grabbing a handful and pushing me on it. “Courtney, I will be filing for divorce tomorrow….. “I do want you….”
“Oh no you don’t. “If men here knew you could do that…. “You’re not crushing me baby.” He said.
