She was all geared and ready for Bondi beach. On her white thong, Red skirt and white open neck t-shirt she looked like Rambha and Menaka combined. Sh... was carrying big black handbag. It was a beautiful afternoon. The sky was clear and the breeze was warm. 27 degree Celsius, I think. We took an express bus to the beach. As she bent down to get her wallet, I saw her boobs hidden behind black bra. My heart started to race. We got a vacant seat at the rear. She sat next to the window and I sat. The six of us (minus Suriya, obviously) stay at the coffee shop foranother half hour before heading back to our respective homes, where Ilet out another groan as I see Alice's fancy Lexus parked outside.What's slightly more surprising, though, is the silver Mercedes BenzS-class next to it. Sure enough, when I enter my home, I let out aninvoluntary gasp when I see the Merc's owner sat on the sofa, and Irealise that she is none other than Mrs. Jamie-Lee Milton."Oh- oh my god!" I gasp, stunned by. He was so glad things were better between him and his wife. He looked her over as she was standing in the hallway and realized he would have been an idiot of humongous proportions had he let her walk out of their marriage. Her perfect shaped body, despite being 39 years old, dressed in a business-woman's outfit. A Grey jacket with white blouse, a grey skirt, wearing light brown stockings underneath and black heels. Her brown hair in a knot with a few long strands hanging loose along her temples. It was well known in the medical community that there were certain sexual activities that, if they didn't cause the disease, at least increased the chance that it would occur. These activities were engaged in by groups that were under the PC umbrella, so it was almost criminal to point out that engaging in them increased the chance of getting AIDS. Any who did were attacked as bigots. It became an epidemic. As groups individuated and kept others out, more and more of these diseases cropped up..