"My husband just said he wants a divorce," she sniffled. "He met someone else." "That's terrible," I said as I went back to her bed and sat down besid... her, still topless. "He's making a huge mistake. You're a great woman and he'll come back to you." "You really think I'm great?" Lori asked, needing some reassurance in her vulnerable state. "Yeah, I do. I was just thinking to myself how jealous I was that you weren't mine." Lori started crying again. 'Crap,' I thought, 'why didn't I just. Withschool out and so many families away, he's got no way to meetpeople his own age. His name's Marion." I didn't say anything. My Mom was always trying to fix me upwith boys she thought she could trust, our cousins for example,which is how my ass lost its cherry and my Uncle lost his baseball. Or with boys from families that belong to our church -- she thinksthey're respectable because they call her "ma'am." I tell herthey're the worst, because by the time she quits talking me up. Pre-cum was leaking from the head of my throbbing dick. I desperately wanted her to get to “one,” but instinctively knew she would wait to time it with her own release.“God… Ohhhhh, that’s it my dirty boy. Lick my ass baby, lick it, lick it. Eight… Seven… Siiiiiiiiixxxx,” the lust in her voice was palatable. “Five… yeeeeesssss, you love my ass don’t you, you fuck. You like it when I fucking play with my pussy. Fuuuuckkkk… Four… I know you’re getting close. Oh, darling, you so good at. He stroked up and down her pussy lips, feeling a little further into her with each stroke. She was getting wet, and he knew she would be."Oh, that wasn't so bad was it?" he said mockingly, like a mother chiding a toddler.She didn't know what to say, she just brought her hands up to her face as if she was trying to hide behind her small delicate hands. He gently guided her over to a wooden table, dark wood, shiny clear gloss coating. He lifted her up onto the table, staring into her eyes the.