I looked over and noticed a woman watching me closely. An immediate blush came to my cheeks because she seemed to be taking in my large breasts, and g...zing at me from head to toe. Her eyes met mine, and embarrassed at being caught she quickly looked away. I did a quick glance around the store and it seemed to be emptying out. There were a few people here, and there but they were on the other side of the store picking out chocolate bars, and bags of sour candies. I took advantage of this. Complimented the women, introduced himself to the guys, he was black, very black, he had danced with and fondled my wife before at this same bar, but this night the flirting got to her and she asked me if she should take him out to our motorhome parked in the lot, we were heading out to the desert that night and this probably wouldn't of happened if we hadn't drove the motorhome there that night, it just made it easy. So I said yes, but I wanted her to fix her already short black skirt so her. We couldn't do it immediately as we had to arrange leave from our employers and it ended up as over four weeks from our agreement to wed.Before we got there, though, Betty's past came back to haunt us. She finished her shift one Thursday morning, a week before we were due to marry, collected Sally from her friend's and took her to school, to the 'breakfast club', then went home to sleep. Only to find that the normally locked door to her apartment block had been kicked in. As had the door to her. "I assume Dad has not changed at all," he stated as a fact."I'm afraid not," Theresa admitted with a shaky voice."And how do I know you have really changed?" Would I be here like this if I hadn't?" she asked with a touch of irritation."How would I know?" he responded. "With the way you two used to carry on, you couldn't have been all that modest." That remark from him stung, but he did not let up. "It was just an example of how little you cared about us: the way you would be fighting, then all.