After twenty-three years of marriage, I now realize that I didn't know the mother of my children. She always wanted something better. No matter how ha...d I worked it was never good enough. She made me feel like I was a good provider and I always felt good when I was able to give her something but she always wanted more.Sharon and I married right out of high school. Sharon had dark hair and wore it short. She was pretty and had a great shape. Our sex life was always good, up until recently, and I. As she did this she was unknowingly bending over shaking her ass and cunt at whoever it was behind her. Like I said -- she was a little wobbly and she was having trouble stepping into her bating suit bottom. She would pick up a foot to put it into the hole for her leg and miss and wobble a little more.I knew the man behind her was getting a great view of my wife's hairy crotch and instead of running over to her, I moved closer, but hid behind some shrubs. Over the years, Donna and I had. He looked embarrassed, and not because I was just wearing a pair of knickers, and nothing else.“Coffee?” I asked.“Well, if its no trouble Lou,” he said.“Course not. Let me make us both one, then you can tell me why you’re here, I’m guessing not good news!”He took his cup from me, “thanks.”“Well?” I asked.“Well Lou, good and bad.” Alan said.“Good and bad what?” Mum said walking into the room.“Look, sorry, Abbey, but you’ve got a booking this evening,” Alan began.“I see Alan, not your fault.” Mum. "Your breasts are wonderful, Miss Tammy. Douglas was not ling when he tells me you are a beautiful woman," Tom said in true admiration.Tammy let Tom guide her arms to the wrist restrains, so that she would face the ground once the cage was returned to its original position. He made a few adjustments to the arm struts, sliding them down a little before locking them in place with a knob. Then, he made similar adjustments to her legs, securing her ankles with the cotton-lined leather cuffs so that.