”Jerry watched his ex-wife walk away, sashaying through the restaurant, her ass moving in a pleasant figure eight. He kept a yuppie from stealing th... bar stool and waited for her return and was amazed at the difference in her since he had last seen her. She looked like a new woman! When she climbed onto the bar stool, she showed more leg than she had shown in public for a long time, he thought, and it looked damn fine!“You did something with your hair, but it’s more than that,” he told her.. She looked tired and just wanted to relax. She used my arrival to tell her ex that he had to go, we were going out. I knew that was lie to get him to leave. After the ex-boyfriend reluctantly left, she told me she had to finish cleaning the floor. Being the pervert I am, I was turned on by her appearance. The weather was warm and humid and she was wearing a dirty tank top and short shorts with sandals. Her tan legs, belly and bottom of her ass were dampe with sweat. I could see her nipples. His stamina was impressive and he was entranced as he enjoyed watching his long ebony monster invade my openings, often just staring as his cock pumped one hole or the other. I was lying on my stomach in my living room, my legs together while he lay on top of me, his cock stuffed into my asshole, as he ground me into the bamboo flooring. I was grunting as his cock pinned me to the hardwood floor, my wet, sweaty body leaving an imprint. Lewis was definitely blowing off some steam and I was. Skinny jeanswere at the time in fashion, and my mother bought several pairs,including an unfeasibly tight pair in glazed, black cotton. I foundmyself wearing tight, colourful tops, and cashmere cardigans. Iremember in particular one purple cardigan in brushed cashmere withflared sleeves, short at the back, but lengthening to two points hangingdown at the front. I also started to wear boots over my skinny jeans,and my mother bought me several pairs of nubuck lace-ups, one of whichhad a slight.