I'd caught my wife, Jenny, in an affair with a neighbor just before our twenty fifth anniversary and I'd turned our anniversary party into an exposure...of of her affair in a most humiliating way. You can read all about it in The Portrait: Retribution.After several years our kids wanted to get us back together since neither Jenny or I had formed any other lasting relationships after the divorce. They'd hinted and plotted to reunite us but I still had reservations and hang-ups on the trust issue.. ”“She’s not here, Harry. What did you think, If I may ask?”“Together with Birgit, I thought of her capable of being typecasted for one of Cinderella’s sisters.”“I will make sure you apologize.”“Carmen, we will be at my house in 5 minutes. When we get out of the car I would like you to carry my backpack. And to stay at my side. Whatever happens. Stay at my side. That is important. That you stay…,” “That I stay at your side. I get it, Harry.”---------------- “The bag is awfully heavy, Harry.. Susan was running her hands up and down her calves much quicker than she had been earlier.We were looking at one another in silence her eyes moving from my eyes to my cock.I started to rub myself through my shorts and Susan looked round at my gf.She then hitched her skirt up a little. She had one leg up on the sofa and started to rub herself through the gusset of her tights.It was so arousing to see her touch herself.She was still biting her lips trying to contain her gasps.Both of us were very. Her pink nipples looked like pale treats atop her large ghostly breasts and her stomach came down into a small waist. Her hips were juicy and her thighs smooth. Her mound was covered in the smallest stubbles of blonde hair and when I looked at it she inhaled sharply and embraced me hurriedly.We kissed and sat back on the bench inside the cabin. Her breasts pressed against my chest and my cock pressed against her stomach. My hands wrapped around her small waist as I tasted her tongue. My hands.