As you watch me, you feel a stirring between your legs, a heat spreading in you pussy. Your pussy becomes moist. The flicks that you watched with your...husband comes flashing through your mind, those well hung black guys. You wonder if I was hung like that. I finish chopping and come over and sit next to you and your husband wiping of the sweat with a hand towel. I pull the thermocol box nearby and offer the two of you some drinks. Its scotch and ice. We start chatting and drinking. I notice. "Roy and I have been handling divorces for over forty years. I think we've seen it all. Your heart and your head need to be in balance." Do you still love her?" Roy asked."Of course not," Early said decisively."Then you never loved her," Roy said in the flat tone of a man stating a simple and well-known fact."Yes, I did," Early snapped angrily."True love doesn't die that quickly," Cynthia said. "True love is strong and deep and as tough as anything Mother Nature ever made. It can take the worst. “Go right ahead,” I yelled back.“Not here,” she said. “It’s kind of private. Out in the hall?”Great, a ‘kind of private’ talk with Abby Kowalski and I’d left my cup in my gym locker. Oh, well, I may as well die and get it over with.I glanced at the clock. “Make it quick. Band practice starts in ten.” I said.“It won’t take that long,” she replied. I left my horn on my chair and followed her out into the hallway.Once we were in the hall, Abby looked nervous. That was absolutely out of character. She considered getting dressed in ragged short shorts and a low cut tank top which stopped just after the nipple, but she figured today would be a work out, so she wore a plain T and old sweats. They were so worn, they actually had a hole in the crotch and Chloe's pussy juicy was steadily dripping through it now. She had been wandering the halls of an industrial building which she'd been told to arrive at for her try out. She found a sign on a door with the letters GBT and her tight asshole.