As a result, Lee's friend confided to her over a very teary lunch, they'd lost everything, "everything" actually amounting to something over four mil....Their house was mortgaged to its eyeteeth and headed for foreclosure, their cars were being repoed, they had credit card bills they couldn't handle, they had no health coverage, she couldn't pay for tuition any longer or even lunch (Lee took the bill), they couldn't even afford groceries.Worse yet, neither of them had any really marketable job. She is married to a businessman from UP and has a daughter of age 25 years. She was 50 years old, was very fair, had burgundy colored back length hair and hazel eyes. Her stats were 38cc- 36-38. She was a voluptuous lady and had a tight ass to die for.In the initial days of our chats, we used to chat with the long-lost buddies as she was detached from her drunkard husband and felt very lonely. Exactly a fortnight the things started to change as we started to feel for each other. We started. I told Jack that I was very interested as I too adored lovely plump old ladies who wanted to show off and more. So was agreed to meet him at the shop the next day.From the outside the shop display and signage was attractive but plain and conservative. The only difference was that outsiders could not view inside the reason for which I now know.Inside however, it was totally different – very plush and inviting. There were the usual rows of shoes and just two fitting stools, a counter and very. “It’s no good pretending, I just can’t carry on like this. It’s making me ill. Every day I wake up and feel sick, sometimes I even vomit. I’m a mess, Richard and it’s got to stop.” “I don’t understand,” I began, my mouth drying up with alarm. “I thought you loved me, that you enjoyed being with me.” “I do but this isn’t the way to carry on, Richard. It’s not real, snatching hours here and there, fucking almost every time we get together. It’s all wrong. We can’t live in the past or try to.