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I carried her to bed, and just watched her sleep. My head was throbbing but none of that mattered, just watching her sleeping in my bed was all the comfort I needed. I slept on the recliner in the suite. I woke the next morning in agonizing pain, Lindsey was gone but left a note. ”Dale, I have to get to work. I’m sorry but I’m just not ready to do this.” The rest of the day she didn’t answer her phone or texts. doggystyle I assumed she was working but deep down I was afraid it was something else. That afternoon I got a call from Andy. “Hey boss sorry to bother you on your vacation but we have a problem. Our last shipment never made it to Florida, the trucking company has signed receipts saying it was accepted but the customer says they only got a third of what we shipped. We think it may have been offloaded by mistake at another stop, but we need to get him his parts ASAP.” I knew the order he was talking about, it would take a week to have new parts ready, but shipping errors like his sometimes take weeks to figure out. I left Lindsey another text telling her I had to head back north. I checked out that afternoon and headed out. On the ride home all I could think about was, how could I have done it better? My explanation of why I let her go didn’t seem to help at all. And I had not seen how much hurt I had caused until the night before. I began to rerun the the events of four years ago through my head. How did I let everyone convince me that what we had was wrong and not in Lindsey’s best interest? As much as I wanted to shift blame for what I did, I couldn’t. I got home and it was late already. interracial The house was cold and dark. I put Lindsey’s ring back in my safe, turned on one of the MP3’s of the last orchestra concert I watched Lindsey perform in, opened a beer and sat on my porch listening. To think that she didn’t even play any more was gut wrenching. I fell asleep on my back porch and had an awful nightmare about going down to Ventura and finding Lindsey in another mans arms. I woke drenched in sweat and mature the feeling of loss amateur weighed heavy on me. I rolled into the shop and tried to put on my business face. After the shop meeting where I asked the guys to give up their weekend Andy followed me back to my office. “Jesus boss! Who kicked your ass?” Andy asked. “Would you believe a eighty five pound redhead?” He just shook his head. We went over how to fix this issue with the shipment and when we were done Andy said, “Hey boss, Brunette we got it from here, go home and get some rest, you look like shit!” “Thanks Andy, but I just asked the crew to give up their weekend, I’m not going to go home before them.” I said. Around lunch time Katie came by. “Dale! What the he’ll happened?” I just told her I had it coming. “That’s bullshit Dale, Why do you do this to yourself? You take all the responsibility for what happened and refused to see that it wasn’t ALL your fault.” Katie was genuinely pissed off. I spent the last couple of days getting yelled at, what’s one more. Maybe amateur that’s what drew her in, the fact he was unassuming and just genuinely decided to get involved in a bad situation when really he didn’t have to. Another minute and he would have been fucking you. Lisa picked the interracial panties up off the floor, rubbed the inside of the panty-crotch against her wet pussy crack, and then began sniffing the crotch of the panties, while she started rubbing her fingertips along her now-wet slit. After an instant, she understood. When she squatted to down to reduce the chance of falling, he pulled her butt back through the railing and slid into her again. My juices flowed, staining her pink comforter, creating a wet spot beneath my rump. She giggled along to his mature jokes, rested her toned porcelain legs against his at the table, and twirled her hair as he told his stories. She wondered. Frankie walked through the large door into the parlor. Her husband worked 12 hour day shifts, so I got to spend a lot of alone time with my sister. “I’m not sayin’ we’re going to put you on the schedule. “Relax. May I?" Although she was pretty, I didn’t Brunette think much of Sharon, and we’ll leave it at that. Pulling 400 HP now. “Thanks, Doc,” I said, shaking his hand, thankful she was given a clean bill of health. “Then take me with you.” Eddie looked up from his conversation with his head bartender Phil and said “that will keep the doggystyle boys coming back.” If possible my face got even redder. Her bra was unclipped between her breasts, and was removed in a blink. “We are not using any protection,” Ronja realized with dread but her body kept playing the role of dog in heat.