I am three years her senior and only weigh a few pounds more than I did when we were married. It just seemed that our life was consumed with trying to...make ends meet and keep the façade of success, at least as many people in our culture perceive it.Divorce was not something either of us really wanted, but it seemed that our marriage was not something we wanted very badly, either. We were simply tired and depressed with our lives. Thus, we had begun to consider divorce, but felt we were too far. I had peeped on mum in the shower often an watched as she saved herself , mums pussy was neat like a paper cut with small lips at the top , Jane’s pussy was only half shaved with hair around her lips , her pussy was open , like it had just had something in it .At the top of her pussy was a metal ring ,like an ear ring but for her clit . I started to lick her , she tasted like mums finger did this morning only stronger , sweet but with something else , her pussy juice was thick an salty at. You and Mike kept talking and drinking though, and you ended up walking the few blocks home eventually anyways.THE NEXT MORNINGYou remembered something you saw online a while ago that said “Drinking alcohol is like stealing happiness from the next morning” or something equally corny, but it carried at least some truth. You felt miserable.Going through your morning routine, taking a few Advil’s along the way, you remembered your conversation from last night. You considered if it was really worth. . they detail everything I want from you and even what you want from me and you make sure you reply with one just as explicit as the one I sent .But what did I do today for you to call me nawty ?? I wore a skirt - you like me in skirts , you like to run your hand up my leg as you drive us to your motel room , I love the way how you sneek your way up and brush your fingers across the material that covers my pubes . I giggled today when you did it ... you looked at me and asked what I was up to.