’ Pausing momentarily while she collected her thoughts, she continued, ‘Sex is pretty gross when you really get to it. But if it is good sex, then...you don’t mind doing anything for pleasure’s sake. But when the sex is bad, I’m just thinking, ‘When is it going to end,’ and ‘Hey, get that thing out of my face! Ha Ha’, she said as the laughter peeled. ‘So it all depends on mood and perspective. That’s fair. So when you’re in the mood, what sort of things do you like to do?’ I asked, hoping to get. Watching the mirror as he pulls out and pushes hard back into me with every thrust. Then, whoa! We both pause as we realize we are hearing moans from my soon-to-be ex-husband's room.I give the sweetest, exhausted, mischievous smile and say “Fuck it, fuck them. Just please me, daddy. I don't give a shit anymore.”He carries me to the bed and places me in the middle of it. Taking off my shoes and opening my legs, He bends to kiss me. I feel him at my entrance, pushing himself deep into my wet. "Check the date."It was Robert Gentry's certificate, dated five years later; a two was nowa seven."So who's this Robert?" I asked. "I'm looking for Richard Gentry."Another paper: Virginia marriage license. Robert R. Gentry. Joan HollandSmith -- Mrs Gentry was a Smith, I now remembered. Uncle Jim was James P.Holland, M.D., small town big shot. Member of the bank board. Signature onmy retainer check.Another paper: R. Richard Gentry, B.S., finance, Class-of-when-a-34-year-old gets out of. .)I sniffed her underwear, she took it away from me... I gave her grin...I then sat up to get a good view in my very first pussy...It was clean and soft...She had a few pubic hair on her...I rubbed my finger outside her pussy...I slowly inserted in and push and pulled....She moaned a little and covered her face...She didn't want me seeing her orgasm face...A lil moment later she moaned and arched her back... She came...I opened her skirt and pulled it off...Some of her love juices squirted on.