. I was on my way back from church one day in the summer of 61 it was hot, I was in shorts and a T shirt and found myself in need of the loo, funnily ...n the way back from church there was a public toilet, which was not very big it had one long urinal that could probably fit 4 men at it and one cubicle with a door that locked and it smelt, the whole toilet of what? I wasn't sure at the time, but I soon came to understand it was the smell of a mixture pee and semen. anyway in I went and only. We both were at the point of no return, and as he straddled my warn thigh, the sensitive inner thigh flesh could ascertain his testicles as they brushed along its length up to the point he entered me, and only stopped when our pubic hair became enmeshed.I panicked, the fear of becoming pregnant terrified me, but I was in a quandary, It was inside me and I did not want it to go, at least not until I had my orgasm.'Be careful', I pleaded, how many girls have shrieked that sentiment into the ear. I had been divorced about 5 years at this point, and since my ex-wife bailed, I had to be Mom and Dad to my kids. If I could find a way to get laid, especially by a girl like Paige, I was going to take it. I was so focused on trying to find a way to make it happen that I drove 10 minutes past the pizza place and had to head back to get my order.I rolled in the door with the pizzas. We settled into the living room and watched a movie during dinner. Everyone was dressed normally, but I had to. The things between me and my husband started getting worse as he noticed my chood getting wider.One day, he started an argument over a little thing and I totally let loose and actually swore at him. He started hitting him, Roopa came and started hitting him. Roopa’s husband started hitting Roopa. Our bitchy Saas started hitting both of us and the poor father in law was the only one breaking it up. They pushed us out of the house and locked the door. I called the police and we both called our.