He’s a good man, and...”“If he is so ‘good’, why is he sleeping and having sex with a married woman, and did you ask him if he is married or...if you are the only oneI saw a look of understanding, surprise, concern, and sorrow come over her face before she sobbed; “Oh my god, what have I done?” and she got up and left in a big hurry.I turned off the recorder and called a friend of mine who is a criminal attorney and asked for the biggest and meanest divorce shark he knew. He dropped the phone and. Back story- I was married to an uptight egocentric bible thumping know it all. we were doomed from the beginning, also Jeff worked for let’s just say he only really worked on Sundays and not at the place I was f***ed to attend on Sundays he was also married so we really had to keep it on the low low. Had we been interrupted I could have come up with something like he was “guiding me” I had it all figured out. So we made it in side and as soon as we walked in I took his hand in mine and we. He was halfway through a game of minesweeper. “I might pop along later, I'm a bit busy with something right now.” Heather ducked back out of the office. “The boss needs help with something. I'll be along when I've sorted him out.” Heather came back into the office and closed the door behind her. She looked through its port-hole window. Everyone else had gone. “I figured you needed to unwind a little, so I brought these,” she waved a bottle of wine and two mugs. “It'd be a shame to waste good. "The simple phrase made the redhead's pussy clench and it would have been a very pleasant sensation if it weren't for Julia's low expectations.Missus Dumas seemed to require less support as they moved down the hallway. In fact she was really leading since the older woman obviously didn't know the layout of the house, and would have had to guess where her bedroom was.Julia caught the light vanilla fragrance and recognized the yin and yang decorating in the marital bedroom. The heavy dark.