I once wrote here about my husband in Europe seeking asylum. Honestly, I’m tried. I can see people in the comments section talking about dildo, I have this things but it’s not working for me anymore but I have this young guy I met on facebook and we been talking for like 3-4months. He invited me on a date even sent someone to pick me up but I have to let him stop like 3rd bustop before mine. We meet up and went for the date on the island from mainland, I’m feeling myself cause it’s been long. Few shots and I’m tipsy already, we gist and he can see I’m already tipsy so he ask maybe we should be going to his side since my kids are with his mum for the weekend. I accepted all these just because I’m bored of the same thing everyday. We got to his side and one thing lead to another his hands in my breast, kissed me, we had foreplay. Mind you this my first alcohol of years, I’m so gone. I’m wet with this boy’s foreplay but when he left to take his shower I took my bag and ran cause my husband’s thought came to my head and I couldn’t help but run. He been texting me since weekend now, I want him too but I don’t know maybe that’s the next thing to do