He opens it and it was the manager form the bar. Skippy said what's up and he replied her to see your wife as she let me the address on this napkin. H... lets in this young gentleman an I'm sitting on the sofa in lingerie an he was like holy shit. I said glad you could make it an offered him the seat next to me. Skippy sits in the chair across from us. I turn to the k** an put me hand on his leg an move his onto mine. I take mine an start to rub his cock which is very hard. I look over to Skippy. I locked up the car and we headed into the restaurant. I found myself enjoying the feeling of having this large powerful-looking woman next to me. She loomed over me, her incredibly lush body dwarfing my own slender form as we walked side by side. I felt I could have stood in the shade beneath the projecting shelf of her tits, which were just slightly below my eye level. Fuck, were they ever big."Can I start you two off with anything to drink?" the waitress asked after seating us in a booth and. Still huge and menacing it's now covered with blood and shit residue. Perfect.I grab her hair and drag her across the room for no reason except that her pathetic attempt to make me release her amuses me. I stop, pull on her so that she's facing my cock. I spit on her face and she tries to wipe the spittle away. I slap her hand away and quickly give her two hard smacks to the side of her face. Then I grab her right nipple and twist hard. Her face scrunches with pain and fear, and she whimpers. I. She was wearing the dress that was his favorite and had styled her hair the way she knew he like it. She was angry with him, of course, but the truth was she was quite willing to forgive him if he would just return, put their family back together again.“It’s about the divorce.”“Yes?” she said waiting for the apology and the pleading for forgiveness.“Gwen ... I ... I need you to sign the divorce papers now,” he said placing them on the table in front of them. Our lawyers have worked things out.