Now my hubby works away from home so my house is always quite, i said that i would arrange for them to meet morris, they said oknow after morris fucke... me , havent really worried at work if he sees my panties no more ,i mean my pantie is nothing he has seen my married white pussy, he has said when r u going to let me fuck again and i have said not again. well i phoned him from the bar were we were sitting, he answered his phone with excitement, saying karen u want me to come on over,i need to. I thought she looked a little disappointed, I took her hand and she smiled up at me and held my hand as we walked to her car. I didn't care who would see us, not that there was anybody out that mattered, and she unlocked the passenger door first to let me in, then moved round and got in the car herself. It was starting to get dark and in the dim light she sat there for a minute looking at me, she held my hand again and was smiling at me and nothing was said. It just seemed natural as she. Her phone rang a few minutes after she'd entered her old flat. It now seemed a cold and uninviting place but at least it was hers and she could have her own space away from that harridan. She guessed the call was from David and cut him off when he'd only spoken a couple of words. "Let him stew. He should have done more to curb his bloody mother." Although inordinately tired, sleep wouldn't come. Stephanie tossed and turned all night and debated what she would do. Finally she decided to continue. Her fingernails were long and painted crimson red. A thin blue satin blouse with a plunging v neckline revealed that she was not wearing a brassiere. Her magnificent cone shaped C cup breasts did not need any support. A wide black belt encircled her narrow waist. A tight black leather mini skirt left over half of her black silk stocking covered thighs exposed. On her small feet were a pair of thigh high black leather high heel boots with stiletto heels that were five inches in height. From the.