And b) She made the choice to protect Amy. I will always have a special love for Cindi for protecting my Amy like that, but it was not Amy's fault. Sh... had nothing to do with it.My problem now was what to do about the whole situation. Obviously I felt we should go to the boys' parents and the police, but I felt that had to wait, since my wife was out of town (again!). God, there were times I hated her job, whatever it was! This had happened at least two weeks before, so another day or two. Nice how things sometimes work out, isn't it?"I met Annie at that coffee shop, again. I had sent her a draft lease, and a summary of the fees and rent I proposed. She arrived, uncharacteristically, a bit early, so I held her chair for her, and settled my own papers on the table, and sat.She seemed lost in thought for a while. I don't know what had produced the change, but she seemed to have mellowed since we began this odyssey. Moments passed, and she shook herself, looked me in the eye, and. Gene owned all that she had done and went beyond all she had done that night. She also told me what she was learning about herself in therapy these couple of months and apologized for much of the way she had been approaching life and me, especially me. She begged my forgiveness and said that she would file for divorce so I could start a life over again, free and clear of her. ‘She ended with the name, address and dates of her counseling sessions so we could work out the details of the divorce,. ” I replied. She was naked, no underwear on, her pussy was shaved. “Do you like bald cunts?” “Yeah, no hair getting in the way when I lick them.” “Lick this one then.” she said pointing to herself. She sat back down on the bed with her legs wide open, rubbing her cunt with her hand as I walked over to her. I knelt before her and moved her hand out of the way. I leant in and smelt her. “Mm, nice and musty, you smell good, like you want a good fuck." “You’re right, I do. You'd better not let.