We fought for our kids but we didn’t fight for ourselves.”“That’s terribly sad but at least you both were honest with each other,” Yael said...with a knowing, warm smile. It was the first time he saw sadness in her eyes and Shawn could feel her empathy in waves. Honestly, it was one of the most amazing feelings he’d ever known.“My wife, on the night she said she wanted to end things, said to me I check off so many things on the list of what a woman could want. But our distance was just too much. "No bet," giggled Gillian, "I wouldn't have put it past her."We did some more wandering after lunch before catching a return train and hence off to pick up the girls.Back home Emma came down when she heard us arrive looking a little tired, but told us she'd slept well. I began preparations for the family's dinner whilst the girls went upstairs to tackle their school work and Gillian and Emma chatted in the living room. Once dinner was on the go I popped onto the home PC and logged onto my. So it was not unusual to see Margie at the breakfast table in the morning. What was unusual was her attire that Saturday morning. She typically wore very large, loose-fitting t-shirts in the morning that left everything to the imagination. But this time, she was wearing a negligie that hugged her breasts, was partly see-through and cut off at the top of her thighs. Sara whooped as soon as Margie walked into the kitchen, teasing her, "Oh, sexy! Who let this beauty into our house?!" She. This instantly revealed that she was an American and it was the lovely mixed race guy with the coffee coloured skin that asked the inevitable silly question, “Are you American?” Within a few seconds though we’d all introduced ourselves to each other and got back to the business of sweating.Mark, the dark haired one asked if we objected to them taking their shorts off and we signalled our approval. When Leon, the mixed race guy stepped out of his shorts he revealed a sizeable chunk of meaty.