The Pocket Rocket spent about two hours in her room, refusing to come out or let me peek in the door. I was in the den, looking at some emails, when s...e called, “Close your eyes, Big Brother! No peeking!”Dutifully following orders I could hear high heels clicking down the hallway.“Okay, Jackie Boy ... read it and weep, you lucky fella!”I opened my eyes and almost fell off the chair. Somehow she’d managed to tame her curls into an up swept “do” that left her ears bare, showing off emerald studs. "The sergeant handed me back the stuff I had given him. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience and you may rest assured that Officer Mace and I will have a very long and not so nice talk about this" and the three cops left.I gave Lee Ann back her license and she said, "Thanks for lying for me." It was only half a lie. The divorce isn't final yet so technically you are still my wife. As for the other part, you are a whore, but not a hooker. At least you didn't used to charge for it." Well, that has. She hung up a grape vine wreath decorated with orange leaves and tiny orange pumpkins and little black bats made of cloth on her front door. She put out all her Halloween décor inside the house too. A fake spider web with a black spider in the center she strung up on her dining room chandelier. Skulls graced her living room mantle. Candlesticks with orange and black candles were set out on tables. She even had a jack-o-lantern that you could plug in and light up at night. She placed it. Minutes after minutes pass. And then...“Alright, you may,” is all Emma says.And Donald, beside himself, now does rupture up in her, sending all his semen and sperm spewing into her wonderful hot steamy cunt.His whole body shakes with the release after all this time.Emma, taking on this role as if it is her second skin, as she lifts off his flaccid cock, tells Donald, “I think you need to get to work here cleaning up this bit of mess you have made.”Donald is more than happy to comply with his.