‘Do you still have that girlfriend?’ She asked. He was sick of trying to make life easy for her, so he didn’t lie. ‘Yes.’ ‘Lindsay… You ...pent the night with her?’ He looked over at her tiny form, hunched cradling her coffee mug. ‘Yes.’ She nodded. ‘Is she good in bed?’ He rolled his eyes. ‘I’m not going to answer that.’ ‘She’s pretty.’ He gritted his teeth. ‘Yes.’ ‘Nice boobs. I always knew you wanted bigger boobs than mine.’ He sighed. It was the first conversation she had initiated and it had. As passengers started arriving, I gave a tight hug and a kiss and I left.I reached her home and opened Pressie’s room and found she was still sleeping. But she was nude and had been waiting for me. I removed my dress and jumped on to her bed. She was stunned at my act and made me spread my legs wide. She was still under me and made me fuck her in mouth. I was happy when she asked for this action and kept pushing in and out. She caught my penis so tightly by wrapping her lips and teeth around. I breathed out against his neck as he slowly parted my lips and slipped his finger in, pushing them in deep, before retreating and then doing the same but this time with two. Moans were now escaping my lips and his fingers moved back and forth into me, making my body shake with pleasure. With each quick thrust the pleasure was getting greater, my mind over ridden with the sensation. Another moan escapes me as he plunges his fingers even deeper and harder, at the same time rubbing against my g. She thought she knew who the father might be. What does that tell you? We were soon divorced. Then about a year later I married my second wife Beth. I guess you could call her my rebound marriage. We really didn’t get along all that well and she got pissed when Jim and I started this business. Maybe she knew what was coming. I ran into a lot of great looking women. For the record, a pussy hound like me shouldn’t get married but believe it or not, I love these women when I marry them. I must be.