. I don't know what you're talking about Mrs. Hale."I stumbled over my words because I didn't know if she was lying, or actually knew. "No worries her.... She told me all the details when we had some wine together this weekend. I know what you like. I know about your big cock. Do you want to fuck me too? Do you want to fill me with your boy batter?" She said seductively as she peeled her top off. At 14 how could I say no? She reached down and pulled my jeans button open, and unzipped my jeans.. After about two years Amber was, at Don's request posing almost naked wearing push-up bra's stockings and pole dancing shoes, her cunt hair was gone just for a little triangle above her cunt lips, she would open her legs wide, lay back in a chair or on the carpet. Amber was happy squeezing her tits or forcing her own fingers up what always seemed to be a sopping wet twat. During one Christmas Holiday Don had her wearing a tiny mummy Christmas outfit with a short sluttish skirt showing almost. He started to work on the power box which was out of the home and repaired it completely. But he did not switch the power on, he wanted to enjoy the lady for some time. So he went in and the boy was still watching tv. The man then entered in the bedroom where the lady was present. He was again shocked to see the lady she was still in that in the towel which she was wearing before. But this time she completed her bath and came out. Now the electrician thought of some plan and said he can solve. Sure he cared about what a bitch she’d become and how many men she might have fucked, but he was still, for a while at least, her husband. She was the mother of his girls. He was dad, the dad, and for a while he was still the husband too, divorce or not he was still her husband. He believed he was still her “go to” guy. What was it, “for richer or poorer, for better for worse?” But what could he do? She wouldn’t let him near her. It was sad, he knew there could be no reconciliation, but some.