I turned to the faithless-slut-formerly-known-as-my-wife and said, “Are you telling me that this piece of shit is your childhood sweetie and that yo... are leaving me for him? How long have you been fucking him?”The aforementioned piece of shit said in a highly affronted tone of voice, “Now look here old boy.”I turned toward him and said, “Where I come from you and I should be punching each other up right this second. So unless you want to adjourn to the parking lot I suggest that you stay out of. She pulled one gently, slowly. Then she’d run her nails over the other Nipple, teasing it to be even more erect while placing one thigh on the tenderness of my clit. All I could do was whimper as I humped against Amaka’s thigh.Then, Amaka stood up again, and said, “I think we’ve had enough air, let’s go back in.”I almost cried, but I stood up with her.She must have read my mind though, because she looked in my eyes and said,“Don’t worry, I’m not even close to done with you.”Then she kissed me. “ ”Yes you did. The first time was an accident. The second time before you brought me into the house was no accident.” “Gawd Mom, you knew?” She reached a hand down and began caressing Jimmy’s hair and pulling his head closer. She pulled me close to her breast. I began sucking her nipple. “Do you think you know what to do to a woman like me then? “ ”Mom, you are the most sexy woman ever.” She threw her robe aside and now stretched languidly on the sofa, displaying her Goddess body to us. I once asked him if he hadn’t ever come a cropper, due to his self-assured salaciousness, to which he replied that the infrequent roughing up he had endured, was well worth the overall success he had enjoyed.Jeremy’s predilection for rough skanky guys always intrigued me, and from the stories he told me, I began to wonder if my prissiness wasn’t an encumbrance to more, holistic development of sexual experiences. On the occasions that I had encountered the odd rougher individual sexually, I had.