My mother tried calling his cell phone but it was turned off. The next day she was served with divorce papers.“It wasn’t pretty,” she sighed, th...nking about her parents and the divorce. I gave her time and waited patiently.“My father was – is – just a bit of mist, or a fragment of a memory. He never returned, never took me for a weekend or a summer. My father forgot I existed and if my mother didn’t drag him into court on a regular basis, he would have never made a single support or alimony. ‘Raise you hips for me, Baby. Oh yes, and again, move with me, just like that.’ Then he couldn’t speak, he could only feel—the tightness of her, her heat and her strength as she learned to match his rhythm. Enjoying the feel of the friction between them, they moved apart and then together as if they were dancing, her hands going up and down his back in the same rhythm their bodies were moving. He looked down at her, her eyes closed, smiling with her mouth partly open, the dimple barely visible.. ”“Such a bad boy you are Leonard.” She did what I said though. Her plain panties joined her blouse and bra on the floor.“Now slide forward on the seat and pull your skirt up again.” I liked the idea of fucking her in her skirt, it was somehow naughtier and fitted in with the game we were playing. I grabbed a throw-cushion, laid it on the floor between her spread thighs and knelt.“Take hold of my cock, Mrs. Gill,” I told her.“Oooh, that would be naughty.” She did what I asked though. Her hand. Creamy white walls flaunted ornate carvings and moldings from a bygone era. Crystal chandeliers graced the ceilings, the lights reflecting off the polished pendants. Guests were seated at large round tables draped with snowy cloths and already set for dinner with gold charger plates and flatware. Napkins folded to resemble swans graced each place setting, and iced bottles of champagne stood guard in silver coolers. Sparkling floral arrangements were centered on each table, and large bouquets of.