My wife was leaving me, why? Well according to her as we sat calmly at the kitchen table that she had only been in lust with me not love. About six mo...ths ago she woke up one morning and realized that she no longer loved me and just didn’t want to be with me any longer. Since then, day by day she grew to like me less and less until it turned to almost downright hate. She could no longer live like that so the only answer was divorce. She was leaving me and this house and didn’t want any. He knew he should not be having these thoughts, she was quite young and this wasn't exactly the time or place. But the gentleness and care she was showing relaxed him and the soft scent of her perfume was intoxicating. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a pair of curly wisps that hung down in front and framed her lovely face. Her soft brown eyes were kind and sparkled when she smiled. He could get lost in them. Linda smiled as he stared at her. She had a voluptuous. Then Mother would show me some frilly dresses she had, and I would try them on and we’d play dress-up and paint each other’s nails for hours. When Mother made me come out of the bedroom, after she’d put some glitter makeup on my face, my sisters and their boyfriends would laugh their asses off?it was fortunate I didn’t go to high school in town!?You are such a faggot, dude? said Butchie O’Neal, my sister Genevieve’s boyfriend. He would kick me around and take me by the throat and shake my head,. She told me she just closed her eyes and let whatever happens happen. He unbuttoned her blouse and was feeling her all over. She reached over and grabbed him and could feel his hard cock through his pants. She said she was so aroused she didn’t even here a couple of guys slowly pass and check them out. She tried to cover herself but they already saw her. That when he decided to go out for a drive. He drove around and asked her to unbutton her blouse and take off her bra. She did as she was.