”“Well, that’s the last straw,” says the wife. “I’ve had enough, I want a divorce!”“I can understand that,” replies her husband, “...ut remember, if we get a divorce it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris, no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany, no more Jaguar in the garage and no more yacht club. But the decision is yours.” Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous babe on his arm.“Who’s that woman with Moishe?” asks the wife.“That’s his mistress,”. Lightweight fabric, spring colors, a skirt that would fly up if she twirled. The thought made her laugh, but the image remained. “What should I wear underneath?” She had a sudden thought, but had to ponder for a moment to see where she had put them. She had to look in a few drawers, but finally found what she wanted. Was it too daring? Suddenly she felt very daring. More daring than she had been in years. She ran into her office and logged on to her computer. When she found Paul’s FB page, she. I've drawn a map to get you back here and put the phone number at the bottom. Ruth will keep the portable phone with her until you get here so you can have help if you get lost."That worked for everyone. With a kiss from Ruth for each of us, we got in the boat and I drove it over to Carol's. After letting her out and getting a kiss from her, I continued with my fishing. I still wondered how things were working with Sue Ann. I returned to the cabin just after six having caught two more small. He and I had each had lovers before we married but we had been completely monogamous since getting together in our junior year at USC. All thoughts of Ken flew from my mind as I grasped Jeff's magnificent cock.My hands seemed to move of their own volition as I stroked his cock to its full mass. I didn't even notice when he undid the button of my jean shorts and shoved them down my thighs, ripping my panties off and exposing my neatly trimmed cunt in the process. I gasped as he worked a finger.