By Saturday morning I had my devoice started, a permeate restraining order, which Officer Baker had served on her. I knew I had to wait a year buts wh...ts a year after being married for 22 years. I asked myself what had happened it was just a normal night out for dinner. After months of counseling I was able to come to terms that it was nothing I had done and there was nothing I could have done to prevent it. It had been six months I had come to terms with myself and I was moving on with my. Helena called me to the bedroom, when she was making herself comfortable lying on the new bed. The two young men came back upstairs for her to sign some bills.They stood in the doorway and Helena said “Come and sit here” patting the mattress, as Andy sat down close to her.Helena was wearing a white cotton top, a black skirt and red underwear on. As Andy sat down, my friend said “Kiss me” as she put her hand on his leg, as he leaned forward she put her other hand round the back of his neck,. His other hand reaches down for the leg band of His suit. He pulls your head back, slips His fingers under the leg of His suit, and slips it over the head and shaft of His cock. You can't believe what you see before you. Massive mushroom head, cut, wide shaft that seems to go on and on and on before it disappears back under that magical lycra. "Now, suck on that!" The words spur you to action, both hands grab onto that shaft and you try hard to get the head in your mouth. Your own cock couldn't. “He goes by Bitch right now just tell him what to do.” The waitress wasted little time, and she pushed her pants down eagerly. “I want him to eat my ass.” She said. “If that’s all right.” “Of course.” Sarah said. She leaned down her face peeking below the table. “Bitch I want you to eat this woman’s ass.” I winked at her earning a slight frown, and I turned around to the waitress. Her pussy was clean shaven, and she had scooted lower in the seat arching her hips up. Her asshole was parallel.