We’d go out late Friday night dancing and letting off some steam, some boys would come and talk to him like the sexy girl that he is, with his ultra...mini skirt -sometimes mini shorts, or sundress- they'd flirt with him and he goes all shy and try to hide his little pecker as it erects.One day we were at someone's house we don't know, and it was June -my son/husband-, Katy, Zoey and Gillian, we were drinking and having fun, smooching other people as we like while drinking like crazy. Then a big. She’s almost jealous.”I was taken to court, allowed for the first time for ages to wear my own clothes, which was nice. I wore blue because, since being arrested, all I’d worn was grey and Eleanor had always said that blue suited me.“Are you guilty or not guilty of murder?” That was intoned in a bored voice by a court official. I started to say, that, no, of course, I wasn’t guilty of murder. I was saving her, but I was told to be quiet, so I was.The court was led through the case against me by. Suddenly behind the passenger door wings open and a hand grips me by the hair from behind and wrenches me violently back and out the car door“ You little slut!!”Oh shit. It was Jane.She loomed above me with unmitigated rage in her eyes. Steam was all but coming out of her ears she was that mad. I guess parking within eyeline of the house was not one of John’ smartest ideas. The married women I had met all seemed to be more discreet. My point stands, boys are stupid“ And YOU!” Jane the. He had already stripped and was laying on the bed.I dropped my towel and joined him on the bed.Uncapping my oil I started to rub his back and shouldersIm a good masseur and know how to relax a guy, I moved down to his bum and started to rub deep moving his cheeks around, I moved down to his thighs knowing id be going back up to his bum very soon.When I did, I put lots of oil on and started to really rub hard, going between his thighs, he started to open his legs allowing me to get right into.