I’m sorry okay. Really, please!” she begged. I turned back to consciously sneer at her, her in particular.“Not ever Missus Grimes, and I do mean...not ever. I hate the very sight of you. Oh, and I want to thank you and my lucky stars for divorcing me,” I said. I turned back to my new woman, took her hand, and led her off and away from the bad people.We heard the babble among them as we strode off to Henrietta’s car, the one we’d come in.“Oh my God!” said Victoria as the three of them stared at. It broke like a thoroughbred from a starting gate. She had meant to catch it in her mouth as it popped up, but it surged past and caught her in the eye. She saw stars for a moment, then grasped the bouncing shaft and plunged it between her lips. ‘Ohhhhhhhh, …’ she heard his gasp, and it made her even more excited and urgently sucked him deep into her mouth. Her cheeks concaved as she pulled him deep into the warm moisture of her mouth and began to guide him to stroke into her mouth. Her hands. " She was laying there, a vision of beauty, when I got back. Her fingers were tickling her thighs. Her breasts were heaving with expectation. I worked the latches on the suitcase and opened it with tantalizing slowness. "I bought you a little something special for tonight, slut. Your own private wedding dress to go with what you're wearing." I held it up. What there was of it was white. Like her lingerie, there wasn't anything virginal about it. It was a two piece outfit. The skirt was made of. She'd had lusty hot affairs with other men, married and single, and she didn't see him as any more of a challenge than any of the others she'd enticed to fuck her and to let her suck their dicks. Monica had experienced being intimate with enough men by now that she pretty well knew she could get Bill to do anything with her that she wanted him to. She knew she was a bit heavier than she'd like to be but she knew her natural beauty, her nice large breasts and her hot erotic sense of sexiness.