Waves of queasiness flowed through me. Next to me, snoring, was a giant potbellied rat. It’s face didn’t look familiar. I tried pulling myself up...but hit my head on the bottom of unseen bench. Rubbing my sore head, I looked around. I seemed to be under a table in the darkened common-room of some sort of dingy inn. Sleeping, snoring and murmuring forms were sprawled around the room, laying on tables and under them. The place reeked of body odor and stale ale. I crawled out from under the table,. So we became amicably parted, she moved in with him, alienated our son. I moved away. She wanted another man's dick and evidently was getting it. I wasn’t included in her desire any longer and that was pretty final. She still looked stunning, only the show wasn’t for me. So rather than be a cuck and a snivelling weakling to boot, I decided it was best to re-start and just retire as a kind of ‘widower.’ Sure I’ve got millions and that is a comfort. As we just saw though, the freedom that cash. There was nothing sharp on her part but she noticed the strange position of my hand. And at some point she changed her position and put her hand between us. I was a little upset because it interrupted the perfect technology of the groping. A touch to the brush is the right way to get rejected. In fact, this zone is much more private than even touching a butt. But what to do? Don't give up! I also very gently and slowly began to touch her brush and fingers with mine. It was very exciting and. When he was hard, he began to pump again, and quickly brought Katy back to the edge of orgasm. If he was going to hell for fucking a fourteen-year-old, he was going to go in style.When he finally let Katy come, he came with her. This time, instead of staying on top of her while she recovered, he got up and went to fetch some washcloths and towels to clean and dry her with. Once they were cleaned up, he lay down beside her and took her into his arms. She sighed into his shoulder, and asked,.