I was divorced for the third time in my life in 2008. I am not proud of that. Sad is the best way to describe it. Three times divorced is not a record...any man should strive to achieve.My first marriage was a fool's errand. I was 18 and she was 17 and pregnant. She - we - got pregnant in July. We were married in October, the nineteenth to be exact, and our son was born in May. By the time he was eight months old, she was gone and so was my son. What happened? Hell, I'd be lying if I told you. She was hot from dancing so much and wanted to order a drink. She began to walk off the dance floor. When she walked by a table at the edge of the dance floor a handsome black man wearing a white turtle necked sweater stood up. He smiled at her and she smiled sensuously back at him and he took her arm and led her back onto the dance floor. He told her his name was Kevin and he asked her, Where shed been all his life? She couldnt help but laugh at that old line. Still, it was funny. Somehow she. I am going to cum”. “That’s it baby. Cum for me. You’re so bad, touching yourself for me. Making yourself cum while I am listening, watching, stroking my cock. Cum for me you naughty girl”. Your whispers have turned into a hiss now, as though you know there are people listening. “OH GOD, I am cumming. I am cumming NOW”. All I can hear now is your breathing as you shudder and shake as the intensity of your self-induced orgasm grips your whole body and washes over you. I can picture you, your. She started coming down floor by floor her boobs were bouncing in the air. The moment she reached the ground floor, which is aprking area and thwo flats were also there on the ground floor. She started walking towards the backyard taking cover behind the cars and to avoid making any noise so that family staying at the ground floor shall not wake up while doing this sometimes here boobs touches the car’s cold metal and she takes a break to rub her boobs onto the car dicky/bonnet. She was getting.