I'm Susan, what's your name?"So, I told Susan that I was Ross and that they were welcome to use the pool and that I accepted their offer to clean my h...use, something that I got little pleasure from myself."Can we use it now?"I told her they could and went an unlocked the gate into my backyard.Almost immediately, five college girls came in, each wearing bikinis, each one deserving of any male's attention.They stood there, all looking beautiful as the introduced themselves."This is Ross and he's. It was getting to be a little hectic managing the business so I thought I would get out and start to relax. When this unsolicited offer came around it was the opportune time.”“What does your husband think about that?”“As in the movie when Gable said “Quite frankly I don’t give a damn,” that sums it up for me. We divorced thirteen years ago which was not soon enough. The marriage hadn’t been good for a long time. The only thing good that came out of it was my only daughter. The last I heard. That hair was between her legs. It also had magical properties, for whenever she showed that hair to a man, he became her slave. Her body was the epitome of classical femininity. She had a small waist, below which were hips that beckoned a man and which framed a pussy that most men would die for (and which no few men HAD died because of). Above her waist swelled a pair of breasts that caused most men to stop breathing, sometimes for an extended period. Her firm jutting breasts were the. ”She sighed. “Nothing just happens.” She said something to my dad and then came back to me. “Honestly, what the hell am I supposed to do? How could you put me in this situation? I’m in the middle of my two children.” She was silent for a minute. I couldn’t think of anything to say. Then she groaned. “And how could you put yourself in this kind of situation? He’s not a good guy, Nina. You can’t possibly think this is going to work. He’s screwing around, trying to hurt you both. Can’t you see.