My marriage to PJ survived; Jack's marriage to Jill didn't. I'm cutting and pasting from his last e-mail. He gave me permission to turn it into a stor..., but I'm not sure it's my cup of tea. Maybe you can give me a hand.Anyway, after changing ALL the names, here's what he sent:So anyway, Jill and I divorced about a year after the stuff in your smoking story took place. I blamed you for a while but got over it. None of it was your fault, I just needed to blame somebody and you weren't around by. He could photo him with me and when we find out who he is we could frame it and put it up."Just as he said that, the Rolls-Royce drew up outside and the topic of their conversation made his appearance.Kaitlin sat down with him and he bought her a drink. Later, when she was singing her first set of the evening, Tom and Dee came in and joined the Emir, or David as they knew him, at his table. When the second set was over, David set up drinks for the band and Kaitlin joined them at the table in. Shelly walked casually past him, brushing slightly against him as she went by, pretending to be totally unaware of his embarrassment.Dinner was delicious and when they got to dessert, Damain out of curiosity asked, Aunt Phoebe, "What's for dessert?"The two women looked briefly at each other, and then burst into laughter. Phoebe still laughing with tears in her eyes pointed to Shelly and with great effort replied, "She is. Shelly is our dessert tonight. You like?" she asked a totally dumfounded. I got the idea and freely caressed her round, soft ass. I squeezed it, caressed it, pinched gently, but over her nighty. Though it was a thin cotton one, still it was not desired. I gently pushed a finger between her ass cheeks and ran it up and down the gully between her ass cheeks. As i ravished her delicious , juicy ass, namita pretended to be asleep.I decided that i had to touch her skin, and moved lower. I rubbed her thigh, and pushed it upwards. For a sleeping person it would have been.