Our sex life had improved beyond recognition. We had talked it out, she had apologized, and things were kinda normal. Or so I thought. And suddenly th... whole pretense had all come crashing down. I quietly entered the order in the system as I thought about the situation. I had to confront her. Maybe even divorce her. But I needed to know the actual truth. And I could not trust her to give it to me. Half an hour later, I was sitting in the seedy office of a “Detective Agency” I had found using. By late afternoon Allora came downstairs carrying two wiggling hatchlings looking around with wide eager eye’s, Con who had been in and out of his mothers room all day checking on her and the hatchlings grinned “there the girls” with a squeal they both held out little arms to Con, laughing Con quickly grabbed them as they almost wiggled out of his mother’s arms. Two pairs of wide eye’s turned and stared at Riley as he came in “would you care for dinner in here tonight Miss Allora or in the. As we are in the car alone I am very surprised as this is not usual for a Muslim lady especially a married one. she tell me her husband has died and its just her and her daughter and that she has no money to pay me, I look at her confused and say there is no payment its fine as long as the both get home safe, no my cock is straining against my jeans trying its best to get out, she must noticed my bulge and asks if that was her or her daughter who caused my discomfort .not wanting to get her. Nothing happened, seconds past and I was wondering if she had noticed so I coughed. Still nothing. Then her voice stopped talking, and I heard her run up the stairs. I had blown it, she was disgusted, I came on too much. I worried myself the rest of the day, convinced she would complain now. Luckily though, no such thing happened - but I didn't see her at all the next week until Saturday came around again.That Saturday I didn't expect much, infact I almost forgot about her altogether but.