"For another, the men are horrified at the possibility of being separated from the children." You have another weapon, but it may be neutralized. Let ...e explain. The men hate the idea of divorce because it means they have failed as husbands. However, your cheating also brands them failures as husbands, so in a sense they lose either way." Why do you keep harping on that? It's not why we did it!" Cece demanded."Your husbands are completely convinced that's why you did it. That's the only reality. Not on this day! On this day, silence meant trouble. Trouble for me that is! Three women had planned well with one person's future in mind. Mine! Why?What also came to my young and inexperienced mind was why had they chosen these steps and spent so much money without first talking to me. Why had they decided to force me into these situations? Why had they decided this role for me to take for my future? Something else odd popped into my head then. Aunt Harriet had not mentioned my eyebrows! I. She held her cup in front of her and peered at Malcolm over it, as if it were a shield. Then she lowered it to her lips and sipped the coffee."I'm sure you make good coffee," he said, watching her intently."It's a little old. It's better when it's fresh," she said.They looked at each other, neither quite knowing what to expect from the other."Andrew," Malcolm blurted out at last, "why are you dressed like a girl?"The girl put her cup down on the table with a click."My aunts," she said."Your. She gently grabbed my shorts and tugged them off me.She viewed my underwear with widened eyes, but didn't talk. She felt my pussy through them, and I felt her rattle even just through her fingers. So, as a direct result, my panties got even wetter.I saw her slather her lips nonstop as she couldn't view my face. I seemed to woo her without words and just my body. After getting high on her eye candy, she wanted to extend the favor, so she stood up and helped me up on my butt.I knew what she.