.. but the silence is good; I needed to concentrate on the curves. Just before Kurmond the road became one lane.“Accident up ahead, Sir. Car over sp...d the corner. It’s bad. You ladies might want to avert your eyes. This is nothing for the junior set.”So ... naturally ... when it was our turn ... they looked. It was Milford’s car but the mangled bloody mess that was getting bagged didn’t look like Milford.“He TOLD you not to look,” I said. “You’re cleaning that up ... and I’m not helping.”“You. I told your father that you grew up in a sanitary environment where you are never exposed to the harsh realities of life; that you had never experienced the grim facts of life; and that your personality reflected the gentler side of life. I'm not putting you down, but just stating the facts. You don't know about life yet and need to learn about it. So I recommended to your father that you spend your Sabbath here in Soho, working and living with the type of people that you see here;. I often caught many talking behindmy back laughing at me and joking about it.After 9 months both my now ex-wife and daughter when onto give birth to Frank’s c******n, both healthy boysthat looked like him and both born with his last name.My humiliation continued and got worse, they wanted meto move out of the guest room so that they could make ababy room so I was f****d to sleep in my daughtersformer bed.Over the next 2 years things pretty much continued, mynightmare was never ending,. After all, how often does a middle-aged guy get to have his way with such a beautiful younger woman? I gripped her hips at the start but slowly moved my hands up her sides until I reached her breasts. I caressed them softly and gently rolled her nipples as our slow fuck continued.Annabelle moaned faintly as I continued to caress her soft breasts and stiff nipples. "This is so nice," she muttered, then added, "My idiot husband is always pounding my pussy to death and never wants to try new.