I understand that now." So where do you go from here, Diane?" Ha," she laughed humourlessly, "Where does Diane go? Not, where do we go? You know where...you are going and I will have no part in it, sure I won't? Well, when I started working in the boutique I was good at it and I thought I had potential to develop it. I thought if I could get a share in the business I could make something for myself. I thought if I divorced you I could buy in with the settlement. I didn't realise you were thinking. They continued such for a few minutes and I delighted to see his big, stiff cock becoming wetter and slicker each time she lifted her head. With her left hand encircling and rubbing him simultaneously it was no surprise to hear his breathing becoming shorter and heavier as the inevitable climax began to overcome him. His buttocks lifted from the lounger and with a grunt he pulled his cock from her mouth just enough for the glistening bulbous head to begin to spurt and fountain his spunk over. As I was heading to my car I heard this annoying beeping noise and I looked to my right, and sure enough, there she was. Leslie was standing there in the bright sun, in a full clown outfit putting balloons and all of that other crap she used into her van, she was waving at me like a normal wave at first so I just waived back at her, and kept walking to my car.Then, out of nowhere, she motioned me to come over to her with a big smile on her face. So, not really giving it much thought, even. Robert grunted but maintained his position, accepting Rebecca's penetration into his anus with complete trust. Rebecca withdrew her finger and examined it, and realized it was covered with the clear, odorless oil. She began to shake with embarrassment... "I don't know," said Robert, "I don't think that helped. Walking around does seem to though. Great idea..." Robert noticed that Rebecca was crying. "Becky, are you okay?" Oh, forgive me, forgive me! I woke up a few minutes before you did,.