The bare belly that lay in the shadows of her mighty tits plunged down to the waist of an almost non-existent pink mini skirt. It might just as well h...ve been a wide belt. At the centre of her belly shone a huge fake diamond. It was attached to a silver piercing through her button.Her hips flared out from the tight waist. They accommodated the fleshiest of ass cheeks that crowned two never ending, all bare legs. Her calves tapered down to pink platform sandals of lacquered leather.Buffy stood. End of story? Not at all! It didn’t take long before Joss was joining us every evening, and me having my own special armchair, didn’t seem so odd that he’d end up on the sofa alongside my wife. I turned a blind eye to how close they seemed to end up as the evenings drew on, though I confess I began to suffer the first early pangs of jealousy. ‘Perhaps this Joss thing isn’t such a good idea,’ I eventually ventured about a week later, but my plea was met with a very firm rebuttal, making my. His hands once again found her cheeks and squeezed, rubbing and plumping and teasing over the firm, hot flesh. He pushed his fingers into the deep cleft and ran them up and down, tickling across her rosebud and delighting in her squirming and moaning atop him.A few minutes of this double pleasure was all Eileen could bear, and she suddenly pushed his face away from her puffy sensitive lips and slid down his body. Without preamble she gripped his cock, which she had been stroking for the long. The fact that you recognize this tells me that you’re aware of your own weaknesses and failings. That’s good. The question is what you’re going to do to try to fix it.”“I spoke with her last night,” I said. “I’m guessing that her therapy sessions are working because she wasn’t afraid to tell me just how badly I’d treated her and how I’d been emotionally abusive to her, to Melanie and to Bethany. I admitted that I’d failed badly. All I can do now is to be her friend and help her with her.