” “Dave, I know this may hurt you, but I want a divorce,” she said. I leaned back in my seat. I used one of the cloth napkins she’d set out to...dab my lips with. “Excuse me?” I said, deadpanning. “So last night was just some kind of joke, is that it?” “Heavens no. It was something I wanted to do with you one last time,” she said. “You’ve been a good and honorable husband all of these years, but I have fallen in love with another. Actually, I have been in love with another for a long time.” “Oh. What happened was that I fell in love. It didn't hurt that he was very handsome, was bi, had an eight-incher that was nice and thick. We seldom played and the few times we did, we did it together. We fit together well and it was tremendously satisfying. We were married a very blissful sixteen years, had two great kids and then he went and had a heart attack on me. I mean, not on me, but right next to me. Right after he came. He died happy." He left me a lot of money and property and jewelry and. She was sleeping in her room on bed, on her shirt shelwar, facing her ass on the roof , and she called me, I was shocked knowing tat what’s the matter I went inside, I told, ji ammi kya huwa kyu bolaya, “why u called me mom”, she told as working and working at home, she is suffering from pain in her back bone, and requested me to apply balm on her back bone, I was just happy, thinking I m getting to chance to touch her body. She slowly moved her shirt little up, I sat beside her and started. Shirley teaches at a local school, and helps her husband on the weekends. She is a sleek African goddess; smooth, creamy black skin, luscious hair, a deadly houglass figure, and enough tone in her well-curved booty to bounce quarters. Both of them are well spoken, hard working people; excellent neighbors and good friends of ours since they moved in a couple years ago. I always need to keep a strict no-drooling rule when they come over. I am sure that if I ever got lost in watching the top of.