Later at the dinner table she told Paul of her decision to get a divorce.He sat with a fork half lifted up to his face, stunned. "Ethel...you..youcan...t be serious. I'm...I'm your husband. What am I going to do? None of myold clothes fit. I don't have a job. How will I live? Yo....youcan't..can't leave me like this," he stammered."As much as I hate the idea Paul, you have given me no choice. Look whatyou let my mother do to you. You couldn't give me the baby I wanted and putyourself. He’d been dealing in cigarettes, you know tax-free from France and Belgium, he was in it with a mate of his called Bill who put the money up to buy the cigarettes.Well as you know, it’s a long way from here to the channel ports, so they had a lot of time to talk. Bill admitted that he thought I was a really sexy looking girl and John said that he could have sex with me for a hundred pounds, Bill agreed and when they got back he took me to his house and we had sex.I felt used, you know, like a. She ground her hips into me as he pushed the back of my head into her. Her pussy was sweaty and swollen from being fucked, and his come ran out in globs. She rubbed it all over my face. I tried to lick her, but I couldn’t manage much with him holding my head from behind. When she pulled away my face was covered with her juice and his come.She went and laid on the couch. She had the “just-fucked” look of satisfaction. John walked over and knelt to the side of the couch, feeding her his. Unlike myself, he had gone on to become a prominent local land developer who’s wealth had made him arrogant and totally suspect of even his best of friends.Just smiling to her, holding out my hand, I finally confessed laughing, “No, not so fortunate. Ron. Ron. . .”“Ronnie! Ronnie Kucera! Oh my God!” she screamed again in apparent delight. “How are you? Do you teach here? What have you been up to?”“Oh I’m retired” I confessed, shaking my head no. “No, no. I just come here a couple of.