‘Why don’t you move to Cleveland, then, if it’s so damned important for you to be there all the time?’ she snapped. Bobby, uncomfortable about...overhearing the conversation Mrs. Everett was having with her husband, got up, went outside, and raked leaves out of the flowerbeds for a while. He had finished and was walking toward the swimming pool with a broom, intending to sweep the walkway around the pool, when Mrs. Everett came out of the house and walked over to where Bobby was standing next to. When I finished, she brought my check and stopped for a moment. "I'm sorry for being so short with you this morning. I am having a hard time getting used to being here, and I am a little self conscious about the eye. It was a parting present from my husband, when I told him I was coming here to get a divorce. It's not the first one, but I hope it will be the last. Thanks for the nice tip at breakfast, by the way. It helps."She smiled as she walked away, but it was a sad smile. I thought about. What had he done to deserve this?***Mike decided that physical therapy sucked! While his new body was in excellent shape and his nerve endings, spinal cord, muscles and all other connections that tethered his head to this beautiful body had healed quite well, there was still the issue of training his brain to correctly operate the body.At least he was able to wear street clothes now. While first strongly objecting to wearing the large bra, it only took a couple of trips up and down the hall to. She replied "yes sir" and told me she had been waiting for this moment ever since I fucked her in the back of her minivan outside her sisters house the night before she left town. She dropped to her knees and licking and sucking my cock. I love the way she makes love to my dick with no hands making it grow inside her hot wet mouth. Reaching down rubbing her pussy as she thirstily slurped my fat dick. I could tell by her moans she was getting hotter by the second. She paused briefly, looked up.