"He isn't coming back, is he?" No, honey, he isn't," Donna smiled. "We just had a few things to settle about the divorce. And now I've got a nice trea... for you guys, so come on in the house."The boys looked delighted now that they knew nothing would interfere with the fun they were having with their sexy mother. Donna led the way into the house, knowing full well that three pairs of lusting eyes were focused on her shapely undulating ass. She proceeded directly to the master bedroom. There she. The waiter escorted me to our table. My feet were slapping against my heels as I followed him across the room.Stephen was there waiting for me. We caught up on what had been happening in our lives.He was mesmerised during dinner as I dangled my heels, letting them get to the end of my toes and then slapping them back. By the coffee stage, his hand was running down my leg and stroking my foot.We moved into the bar for some more drinks, settling on a couple of bar stools. We giggled about the fun. Where did you get this?" Emily demanded."Its very good, isn't it, Emily? We've got some people who know how to knock this sort of stuff up for us. Do you like the tattoo and your birthmark?" But I, I don't understand, how did you know about my birthmark?" Silly girl, remember that massage you had at that conference in Germany. A company perk, you thought. We've got some very nice film of you changing for it as well, or should I say giving us a strip show. You know, several of our customers have. I think the aroma of frying bacon must have crept upstairs and teased the rest of my guests awake, as John and Pauline appeared.Pauline looked around and said, “Have you seen Jane, we woke up, and she’d gone.”I nodded and pointed outside, but I put my hand on her shoulder when she went to leave. “Wait,” I said, “she’s talking to Lucy – the therapist I spoke about, and she’ll come in when she’s ready.”Pauline looked worried but she busied herself helping me while John sat at the kitchen table..