I couldn’t help glance at her large cleavage, breasts held high by her nursing bra. Her brow scowled.“Peter. What do you want?”My mind focused... once again realizing why I was at my ex wife’s house.“Beth. We need to talk. Can I come in?”Her head pulled back, almost shocked at the request.“What? Why? Can’t we just talk here? Megan is sleeping.”It was her way of saying that she didn’t want me inside, alone with her. I had rarely been in the house since the divorce, and she liked it that. “Go change in the bathroom,” she grinned at him, “we don’t want you to break your neck.” When he came out he looked around, she was sitting on a chair in front of the long mirror that covered the door of a wardrobe her shirt wide open and her skirt pulled up so he could see her shaved pussy, he stood transfixed. “Come over here,” she smiled. He walked toward her his hard cock bouncing just a little. He stopped in front of her looking down as he felt her hand close round the shaft and squeeze. He couldn't find Ashley at first and that annoyed him. He had brought the letter with him and he realized he hadn't taken the time to read it. He stood in the garage and read the letter and then he heard some movement from the corner and realized Ashley was hiding between some old cans. He tucked the letter in his pocket, walked over, and squatted down in front of her. "What's going on?" He asked sternly.Ashley still had long scraggly hair and it fell in front of her eyes. She had been bawling. His sweat started dripping on my cock, he saw it and smeared it all over, cock and balls. He gave my balls a slap and a squeeze, enough to make me twitch again.When he pulled away, I felt an empty space in my ass, I needed more cock.Brad pushed his juice covered cock in Phil’s mouth and the man swallowed it happily. Bill stopped bouncing on Phil’s cock and jumped up and rushed to the coffee table with the pizzas. He stroke a few times and shot his cum on the vegetarian pizza.Soon after Phil.