If the thin material was to get wet, it would cleave to my pussy like it had been painted on...revealing the shape and contours of my labia.Taking a ...eep breath, left my bedroom...my "fuck me" heels were clicking on the wooden floors. Knowing full well that my son could hear me approaching the kitchen, I yelled out, "Ready or not, here I come."My son was waiting with anticipation...and once again, his eyes widen as I strutted into the kitchen. As I moved around the room, my breasts bounced. I didn’t say a word from the bedroom. She was attacking to put me on the defensive, but that was a game I wasn’t going to play. In my mind, I was already gone. This morning, on top of all the disrespect and coldness of the past few years, was all I needed to pronounce marriage officially dead.None of her maneuvering was going to have any effect on me. You have to care in order to be manipulated. I was past all that; I didn’t care at all. I felt kind of liberated actually, now that I’d made the. So you will simply have to getused to that. In any case I can tell that you rather like those clothes.No wonder, they suit you, they make you feel so feminine, don't they?"What could I say? She was right that I did like the feminine feeling.Yet I had been stupid about that form. Still I began to have the feelingthat she would always have right on her side. But I did wish I had someway of escaping from this plight. Perhaps some solution would come intomy head, although I had no idea how that. “Now, sit on my face,” she said. I moved up her body once more until my cunt was directly over her mouth and then lowered myself slowly onto her face.By now my G string was nothing more than a soaking wet patch of cotton that had long since rolled into a thin line and my cunt lips had expanded over it. Julie’s tongue lapped at them igniting a fire inside me. I ground my cunt down onto her mouth and squealed with excitement as her tongue found its way past my G string and into my cunt. I slid my.