"Deal, but I warn you, I expect to be satisfied, or I want my money back."She finally broke down laughing, we went for coffee and discussed further te...ms and conditions.Myra insisted I get a new suit, and not trusting me, made me take her with me to the mall. Her husband went to, saying entertainment like this was impossible to pass up."Just want to be able to see her make a man miserable that isn't me."Four hours, I mean come on, I would have taken the first one, but it just wouldn't do. Eight. "What was that noise?" she asked. She stopped dead when she saw Steve, and then said, "My God. A man. Please, let him be a real man. I'm sick of looking at that faggot and all these damned dykes."Steve saw the other women flinch. One of them spoke, her voice low and dangerous. "Karen, you bitch, shut the fuck up. If you drive him off, I'll kill you."Steve flinched in turn. Well, the source of the stress levels was pretty obvious. He looked up as more women walked into the room, drawn by Karen's. She does nothing but shop and spends her husband’s money. She is forty four years old, slim, long blond hair, always wears short skirts to show off her tanned Shapely long legs. Her boobs, I think are around thirty four inches, and her waist is very slim, something like twenty four inches. She is very good looking, although I wouldn’t admit it to her face. She always has a tan. She goes to the gym every other day, has lunches with her friend’s, and plays tennis at a club, where I think she. I always assumed it was just her being comfortable in the family home, nothing suspicious. To tell you the truth, I'd become pretty close with her family as well, they had always been very welcoming and treated me like one of the family since we'd met a few years before. So we pull up in the driveway at her parents house, they live out in the country, not a huge property, you can still see the neighbours houses but far enough away that you can make as much noise as you want and not bother.