I mean, I don't even think of you as Jamesanymore. In my mind you're Janice now."I blushed and looked down at the floor. "So where do we go from here?...o you want a divorce?"Lilly laughed. "No, I don't want a divorce, but after what I have tosay you might."I looked up, very, very worried, wondering what she could possibly saythat would lead me to want to divorce the woman I loved so much."Once my view of you changed, Janice, I realized I could no longer viewyou as my manly husband. Oh, I've. "It was a big turn on; knowing you were watching me." I wasn't 'watching' you....do.....what you were doing." I corrected him, but deliberately avoided any eye contact. By now he was standing right beside me and I could smell the sweat on his taught body and his fruity breath as I began to shake with trepidation. Two mornings earlier I'd walked into the bedroom where Lewis was sleeping, to see if he had any dirty washing, only to find him half lying outside the duvet with a hand wrapped around. “You want to cum, don’t you? You’re tired of your little twerp of a husband. I knew when I first met him, he wouldn’t be able to please you – his wife.”I nodded and kept sucking on the dildo.“He’ll never know. I’ll help you cheat. I’ll help you get what you need,” Bea continued. She took the dildo lodged between my breasts away from, standing before me. “I’m going on vacation the week of Valentine’s Day. I’m going with two black men, brothers. I will arrange it so you can join us. You. "I want you to telephone one of your parents." He pressed a button on the phone and handed the receiver to me. I began dialing. "Which parent are you calling?" My mother." Mom picked up. "Hi, Mom, this is Arthur. Nothing seriously is wrong," that earned me another glare, "but the principal, Mr. Gattison, wants to speak with you. Here he is." I gave him the phone.He went through the snowball fight allegation. I heard Mom talking, but I couldn't make out what she said. "No he hasn't admitted to.