Donna's feet shuffled wider apart, her fingers dug into the fabric of her skirt, I could see her firm breasts rise and fall through her top.The words ...ame tumbling from her panting mouth, "You know Bill, you saw what I wrote to him, you know what I have wanted!"I nodded and hissed, "Yes I do but I want to hear you tell me!"I glanced down to where my thumbs were almost touching each other on Donna's smooth mound, just above where her clitoris was clearly peeping, just the tips of my stretched. My former loving wife was sitting there, watching me coldly. I poured myself a cup of coffee, taking a sip. I grabbed a piece of plain white bread and ate it, hoping it would settle my stomach. I avoided looking at the slut. ‘Are you calm enough to explain yourself yet?’ she asked. ‘Yes. I’ve thought about it. I’ll have the papers drafted Monday. I’ll pay child support for whoever’s child it is. There’ll be no alimony, we’ve only been married four years. We’ll split everything 50/50…’ ‘What are. “So, PJ,” I said, “Got a girlfriend yet, or maybe a boyfriend?”Harmony giggled, but slapped at me saying, “That is rude, Steven. Whatever PJs life choices are, we will all approve, won’t we?”“I am not gay,” my older brother said. “Beyond that, leave me alone ... please?”“Sorry,” I said. “Change of subject, Mom. We haven’t seen any of your brothers or sisters lately, are we on the outs with them, or what?”“Steven, we are not ‘on-the-outs’ with anyone,” she was quick to reply. “We all have big. A sexy woman is one thing, but an intelligent and sexy woman is the ultimate. That’s what I have! We were not yet married, but were engaged. She was still having sex with a couple of her old lovers, - she told me she want to “let them down easy,” because they were friends and she wanted to keep them as friends in her life. We were laying in bed one night sharing some previous sexual experiences, and I was getting hard. “You really like that, don’t you,” she asked? I had to admit I did. Every.