I didn't meet you until two years after our divorce." History, smishtory, do you have any idea how uncomfortable it is going to be for me? And for him...too probably." It would only be for three or four days. I wouldn't ask except that he doesn't have the money for a motel or hotel." Why in the world would you want to do this Francine? For Christ's sake, you divorced him over the way he treated you." We did have some issues, but all in all he really wasn't all that bad a guy." Damn Francine, I. ”“I’ll take that as a yes. You know, don’t you, that your mom and I are fine with you having sex as long as you’re careful. You are being careful, aren’t you?”This time Julie blushed. Her sophomore year she had lost her virginity to a senior. He had used a condom and had been gentle, but it wasn’t a great experience. Nonetheless, she became bolder, and had fucked probably 20 times since then. She’d had her pussy eaten (not well) and she had sucked cock (improving with each opportunity). Julie. She was in a depressed mood, accessing her life on her 50th birthday wondering if she actually mattered to anyone when Keith came. He had left more than 8 months ago, she had thought he would be like many before and never return. He was 20 years younger, lived as another boarder and they had sex occasionally, never confusing it to be love. They did really like each other but she kept a distant by having additional “one niter's” for his knowledge. She wasn't a beauty, she could get pretty and. Diana appeared in the doorway. Her hair was up in a bun, and she had a cream colored shirt on. It was tight and hugged her breasts in a way that told me she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her jeans showed off her shapely hips and long legs, and her bare feet boasted hot pink toenails.“Hey Joel, come on in. You looking for Kyle?” She turned and walked back inside. The apartment was bright and sophisticated. An aroma of garlic and a home cooked meal lingered in the air.“Yeah, Kyle’s gonna tutor me in.