At 40 I was the most beautiful I had ever been. I had never thought highly of my looks, but I did resemble a famous movie star with dark hair and viol...t eyes. I put on my lac see through nightie and lined my eyes with black liner. I looked like Cleopatra. I waited for my prey. I was angry and hungry to turn him on and vowed after that he would never see me again. I texted him and in a few minutes he appeared online. When I opened my cam he saw me in the black lace nightie and he smiled. "Miss. As I did he sat up, and pulled my shorts down. He leaned forward and tickled my sack. Goosebumps swamped my whole body. He opened his mouth and his wet tongue welcomed my dick. I kicked my jeans and shorts off my feet, as he pulled me back onto the bed. He climbed on top of me and kissed me again. Our dicks and balls were touching.I slid my hands over his sweaty back, down to his arse. I ran my fingertips down his crack, and kept them there while he kissed my neck.When I thought he wasn't. She used that tone. I knew she knew something was wrong. There was no denying it. She knew me too well. I tried to steel myself. If I started to cry, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to pull this off. ‘Mom, I need to take Tim out for a talk, just the two of us. I was thinking of a picnic over the hill. Can you take care of Laura for a few hours?’ My mother was listening to me as she peeled potatoes at the sink. She smiled and nodded. ‘We can bake cookies for after dinner,’ she said, never. Later that day there was a knock on my door. I looked out the window and saw a delivery driver. I went to the door and some goofy kid in a uniform was there. “Are you Casey?” He asked.“Ugh, no, next house over. Casey is a she.”“Sorry sir. GPS took me here. I need her to sign. I’ll go over there. Is she nice?” He asked timidly.“Not at all.” I chuckled. “Why, what do you have?”“Divorce papers, she’s being served. God, I hate when they yell at me, I’m just the messenger.”“Yeah, good luck kid..