We loaded my bags and we headed head away and she insisted that we stop and have drinks and dinner. I was starving so why not. Now my aunt rarely wear... anything other than slacks or jeans, but tonight she was wearing a dress something I can only say I had ever seen her wear a few times. No matter we was headed to eat and have drinks.We arrived at a steak house and sat and talked while having a few drinks. We ate dinner and had a few more drinks all we did was talk about all types of stuff. It. I married John Cerutti when I didn't know he was a bastard yet. Or an unfeeling, rude and cheating asshole.Talking about court, yes, that is where I should have taken my case, shouldn't I? I should have gotten me a nice and clean little divorce, you'd say. Make him pay, clean him out. There are laws in this country protecting wives against bastards. And especially against rude and cheating assholes.But then again, he is also a rich asshole.You see, I am not stupid. Unfortunately, neither is he.. Once Chrissie returned from camp Pim would often come over during the day while she was at school or she would get a sitter so we could go out dancing and then come back to my house and have long sessions of unbelievable sex. When my parents returned from their European vacation I told them I was moving out to the small guesthouse past the pool so I could be more independent and focus on my engineering studies. We never actually used the guesthouse so my parents had no objection. The real. I decided to see if maybe Sadie needed a little morning cock. I had heard the shower and knew she was fresh and clean after a night of dirty sex with my son. I folded my paper and thought about my approach. “So speaking of late nights” I started. “Was it a good time last night?”“it is nice… you know when we are having sex” she shrugged “but..”“But there is something lacking?”“Yeah sorta” she looked at me “I cannot believe I am talking to my boyfriends Dad about this”“I have always been honest.