At first she wondered whether she should enter the house but she thought Daniel would have rung her if he didn’t want her to turn up while someone e...se was there. Entering the hall she heard voices coming from the kitchen: Daniel’s and a female voice. She tentatively opened the kitchen door and saw a blonde haired woman, dressed in a cream dress and black high heeled strappy sandals. She leaned in and kissed Daniel passionately, her hands holding his face and pulling him closer to her. Daniel. They had built a great house. They had vast investments. They went to their winter home in Florida, which was worth as much if not more than their own home. The pre-nuptial would see that she got her half of everything, and, Clarisse, apart from being a lonely wife, was also the financial wizard of the family. There were no hidden assets. She knew were it all was and how much it was worth. She would not have to share with the kids for there were none. George would not want to part with any of. I wanna see that mess in all its awful glory." I sheepishly obeyed, pulling my knees up, bracing my heels on the edge of the chair, my butt sliding in the cooling juices spilling from me. I thumbed the screen, switched on the camera and flipped it to selfie, and looked at the screen. My embarrassment was met by a snickering from the phone. My hairy, overgrown pubes surrounded my...cunt, a vulgar unkempt caveman mess of damp tangled wiry weeds surrounding glistening lips that parted slightly. A. He spent a long time lathering it and rubbing the river out of her hair. ‘I feel guilty letting you look after me like this,’ Clara said. ‘Relax. I like looking after you. It makes me feel all big and strong and manly.’ ‘We wouldn’t want you to feel small and womanly. By all means, proceed.’ Clara relaxed into his attentions. ‘So why was he trying to kill me?’ she asked suddenly. Robert winced. ‘My fault, I’m afraid. He saw the sketch I drew of you.’ She flinched. ‘The one with no clothes?’.