She started fingering herself. She said to Dave, Take your clothes off. Were going to have wild sex. She turned to me and said, Take your clothes off....Youre going to love this. Joan looked like a live sex goddess. Her breasts were flush with arousal, her nipples like hard stones. Her labia were wet and her ass tight and firm. She spread her legs as she stood there. She wanted sex. Dave stood up and walked over to her. He skimmed his hands over her body and started fingering her. She put her. After months of proceedings it was final. My father left and we have not seen or heard from him since.We have grown much closer since the divorce became final five months ago. I was very rebellious, not following the rules, getting in trouble. That has all changed because I now realize how much we need each other.Our neighbors, Ted and Alice have been very supportive throughout the ordeal. They are both fifty-five years old and workout every other day. Their toned bodies are evident of that.. Just read these divorce papers and sign them. Everything is shared 50/50 and you can't get a better deal, not even with a lawyer that will cost you a fortune."It was visible that she was really angry, very angry indeed, and shouted to me, "Those divorce papers are the only sane thing you been able to fix in a long time."Boiling of wrath she signed the divorce forms without reading them and shouted, "It will be a great relief to get a real man instead of a zero like you."So ended my. "Well, that too," she responded, giggling. "What do you want for supper?" she asked. "Whatever you want, not too much though. Cutting back onsupper is probably the most effective thing we could do." "Right," she agreed, "how about just a salad?" She went offto fix it while I set the table. As we were cleaning up after supper, she again brought up theidea of a walk. "Go get your shoes on, we need a little exercise.It's dark out, or nearly so." I looked out at the setting sun, and thought.