Neither of us had wanted to bring up the subject of separation or divorce,” our mother said, shocking all of us. “With Nevada being a community pr...perty state, we have talked about it.”“So, you aren’t mad at each other, just through with being married?” Polly quipped.“We fell in love, got married, had kids, and he has made a huge name for himself in real estate and real estate financing. To prepare for the inevitable, just last year we divided our assets, and he even recommended I move out. Later."She gave me a little good bye wave. "Don't worry about the noise. I like hearing it."When I told Nancy about finding the Cat on the couch and the weird conversation, she laughed. There are somethings about women that I don't understand. When we got it on again, I think that she was deliberately being noisier that usual. Maybe to needle me; maybe because she knew the Cat was listening to her get her cookies.When we finally called it quits about noon, the Cat had split. I have no idea. She continued moving up and down and moved around now to the top of my penis. All the while sliding up and down. I had never felt anything like the blow job this woman was giving me. Sensations I had no idea existed were putting me in a trance. Suddenly on one of the upward strokes she kept going and suddenly I found myself completely engulfed by her mouth. She took me in until my head was just inside her throat, her tongue swiping now back and forth on the underside of my cock. I felt. Every time we fucked – all those times were special. To me, at least. I remember the first time. In your basement. One week after we first crossed the line into intimacy, emotional at least but ending in a hug, and in that ensuing week we exchanged many words and made many plans, until it was agreed I would come over to your house at midnight. You had never owned a sex toy before, and I offered to buy one for you. You agreed, but only if I promised to use it on you. Cold feet. Fears. Logistics..