Certainly I wasn't.Before he stood he gave me a sheet of paper with a name and phone number as well as a few web sites he'd found over the weekend. I ...ondered if his wife was away again.After morning tea I wanted to call my ex-boyfriend. Perhaps we could come to an un-exing agreement. Instead, I made myself log into the first site on Jan's list. The image took some moments to form on my screen. Either it was a data heavy site or the network was working hard. I was idly thinking the site. The presence of his powerful legs. I recall the necklace Dale wore. The silver chain twisted through the chest hair below his neck. The silver pendant reflected the yellow lamplight, and the arrow pointed directly at Dale's dick. And there was Dale, staring down at me from his silhouette of confidence. I remember the flush of nervousness in my face. I could feel the thump of my heartbeats.His cock was a healthy seven inches in length. Its girth was impressive. The shaft arched upward, away from. Just gonna make you scream!"My other hand reached her panties, rubbing her cooch through the fabric. Her body tensed, then surrendered to me as I felt a growing warmth and moisture bleed through the cotton gusset. I removed my hand, her mouth opening, and a soft sigh escaped."What are you?" I'm the Ghost of Paris, sweetness," I answered. "I haunt all the purtee gals in town. And you've attracted my attention." Well, I'm flattered," she whispered. "But I'm a happily married woman." How happily. I'd already warned Brett not to let him near theplace. Brett swore he wouldn't. The week whizzed by. I'd cut Laurie dead.Wouldn't involve the police, too embarrassing for all concerned and I was nosaint when it came to under-age cunt. But my own son, that was a differentmatter. That was the ultimate betrayal by my best mate.Brett had gone away to his cottage at the beach. It was in secluded bushlandand was mainly used by Jed and his surfer mates but Brett took Justin andthe family. Brett said.