‘Don’t forget you are going to help me in the garage today.’ ‘OK daddy. I didn’t forget.’ ‘Good, we have a lot to do. Go and get ready...for breakfast, we will be out shortly.’ David ran off down the hall and I said to Jackie ‘is it my imagination, or does he always seem to come in here when you are putting on your shirt or taking it off?’ ‘Just like his father.’ Jackie chuckled. ‘No, I’m serious. He seems to have a thing for your boobs.’ ‘Just like his father.’ Jackie repeated. I had to. "This is so hot. What a fucking slut!" came another voice, as she felt a thick wad hit her on the left side of her face, then another and another. On the right side of her face, more semen flew over her forehead and then splatted over her blindfold and cheek. It suddenly dawned on her that her fella had allowed anyone to fuck her, as all holes were filled, two guys were wanking in her face, yet there were hands on both sides feeling up her body and legs. It may have been the coke, or the. I headed to a bar. While I watched a baseball gameon the big-screen television, I nursed a couple ofbeers. I also looked around for any available womento start talking to, but it was a weeknight and theplace was almost empty. Slim pickings, at best. So,when the game was over, I drove home, alone.Like I figured, she had cleaned out all her stuff andher car was gone. She was too much into the wholemarriage thing to stay. The only thing that Katy leftbehind was a handwritten note on the dining. I unbuttoned it and put it on. When I finished buttoning it up, I noticed it showed my bra too much. I took it off again. I removed my bra and put the dress back on.I looked in the mirror and I really didn’t need a bra and even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pair of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself and for a mother of an eighteen year old son.I still looked good and I.