"Lisa felt as if she were about to explode with anticipation as she tried to sit patiently through the final part of the closing ceremony. Her gorgeou... mother, Myra sat across from her, watching the traditional activities and smiling frequently at her. The forty-two- year-old looked very sexy in her white summer sundress and matching pumps. The cottony material clung to her womanly form, enhancing her sensuous beauty and contrasting deliciously with her long, dark hair. Beside her, Shelly. And put your clothes back on.” She hurriedly complies, pulling up her underwear over her cum soaked behind. I moan quietly, loving the fact that she’ll have to spend the whole day at work with my cum on her the entire time. As she finishes putting on her wrinkled pencil skirt and her red lace bra, she grabs her torn white button up and gives me a questioning look. “Sir, you ripped this off of me…” I raise an eyebrow at her. Is she stupid? Of course I knew that. I did it to help her. That shirt. Mitch couldn't help but remember seeing Tory crouched in that corner, cowering like a trapped rabbit. He felt his tears begin to choke him as he slowly went over to kneel beside her. He placed his hand on the cushion next to where she sat, but did not touch her."Tory, I have no right to ask this, but I'm going to anyway. Do you think you'd be able to forgive me?" He stayed on his knees at her feet, looking directly in her eyes."Can you explain what happened? And why you think I should forgive. Mom promised that she would stop and Dad said he would try to be home more. But it was futile–neither could hold up their end of the bargain for long. Dad's work was what it was. And Mom's libido would not be denied. So around three months after "the incident" as we called it, we were all sitting in court deciding who got what and how.It was shortly after the divorce proceedings began when Mom began her downward slide. She was still in a cold, lonely bed and now there was no husband to warm it.