" Shirley said.'Hi, Momma." I said. "I just wanted to hear your voice. It's been quiet lately. You and Poppa will have to come out here in the spring ...ith the kids. It's a beautiful spot." We will. It will be just the six of us. We can play in the lake and see the eagle. It sounds very peaceful." Very much so. We'll look forward to it. Okay! Bennie and I are going to bed and get a good night's rest and start out in the morning." Talk to you later. Be careful tomorrow. Love you." Love you, too,. Her pussy was already moist from her 'playtime' earlier, which she had never really finished. She exhaled deeply, resisting the urge to start stroking her twat, and glanced over at my cock. Melissa nearly gasped. I looked down and saw that my dick had grown to about five and a half inches. It was throbbing, and already I knew this was going to feel good. My dick had never been this hard before.“So?” I asked her.“Well, you do have one nice cock.” She complimented. “So, now just grab it by the. Once her breathing was getting back to normal she turned to him and, with a husky tone to her voice, asked, "Did you like that?" Yes, very much." Good," she replied before unfastening her seatbelt, "because now it's your turn." Oh really?" he asked. He laughed and he seemed consumed with his anticipation. Her dainty fingers went to work on the black belt-buckle. The seatbelt that stretched across him partially covered the buckle and caused her to fumble a few times. Finally she had his shorts. I married John Cerutti when I didn't know he was a bastard yet. Or an unfeeling, rude and cheating asshole.Talking about court, yes, that is where I should have taken my case, shouldn't I? I should have gotten me a nice and clean little divorce, you'd say. Make him pay, clean him out. There are laws in this country protecting wives against bastards. And especially against rude and cheating assholes.But then again, he is also a rich asshole.You see, I am not stupid. Unfortunately, neither is he..