I wanted to be near my kids, so I saw this house for sale. My kids come over every other weekend.” “I’m sorry to hear that. How long were you m...rried?” “We were married fifteen years. One day, she woke up and didn’t want to be married anymore. It was really hard on my kids. We were such a close family. Are you married?” “I’m married, but sometimes I feel like I’m a single mother. My husband works like twelve hours a day and is never home. We just don’t connect anymore. I think our marriage. She's the image of her mother, going to graduate this June at the top of her class. She's been accepted to every school she's applied to, but wants to go to the state university in town. I'm really glad; we've been a team so long I'd miss her like crazy. I promised her I'd take her out to the fanciest restaurant in town for her birthday and gave her my credit card to get a new outfit.I held my breath as she came down the stairs. She'd picked out a floaty spaghetti-strap dress with tiny sprigs. Later that week he moved out of the house into his own apartment. He’d started working right after he graduated and now had the money to set up on his own. My mind was still reeling from our encounter, and wondered if that was just a one-time relief episode for him.But a little over a week later he called me on a Sunday and told me to come over. I really mean “told me”, not “asked me.” That started a more or less regular sex routine – “more or less” because it wasn’t regular. There could be. ‘Brian?’ Sarah called out softly. ‘Did I do something wrong… was it that bad?’ ‘Sarah no how could you think that. It was wonderful in fact perfect. God Sarah you’re so beautiful.’ He grinned out His fingers trailed down her soft breasts causing them to arch out to him. He slid down the bed so they were chest to chest and began kissing her neck and earlobes. Her hands rubbed the back of his neck that spot that drove him wild he trembled under but was on top of her kissing her neck and then her.