Megan had been bitter when we divorced. She'd been in her late thirties, and made a point to let me know that I had consumed the best years of her lif.... Our contacts became acrimonious, and dripping in sarcasm. I tried to take the high road by rising above such altercations. I also became a master of avoidance.At Serena's graduation, Megan was positively bubbly. She was the perfect 'wife': conversational, helpful, inclusive, respectful, and thoughtful, especially of those we met. Her. . 36 b breasts, 22 inch waist, 5'10" tall oh man... she was on the pill so I didn't need any rubbers or anything so she started kissing my neck and sucking on my ear as I scratched the shit out of her back. She then started working her way down my chest sucking on my nipples and then kissing and tonguing my belly button. When she finally made it down to my boxers, which to my surprise she stopped and reached under her pillow and pulled out the one hand opened knife I had bought her and then she. He returned her gaze and put a hand on her head. Lillian expected him to hold her head and ram his cock down her throat, the way she was used to from her shoots, but instead he just stroked her hair. He smiled at her a little nervously. Her breasts hung free against his legs, and she rubbed her cunt against his shin. He saw her legs in their black stockings and high-heeled sandals, and became even more aroused. It seemed as if he got even harder. ‘Oh, good!’ Lillian growled. ‘Even bigger –. Thats got to suck. She went back to writing her essay. I, on the other hand, was trying to think of ways to focus on something other than him….yeah I got nothin. When he noticed me he smirked and waved a little. I looked behind me to see who he was waving at. He smiled and started walking over to me. Imagine my shock when he sat down next to me. Hey. He said. I vaugely noticed Beth look up and her jaw hit the floor. Hey. I said back. So I have you in every one of my classes and I still dont.