You tell me that you're shy and have no idea what to say. I instruct you to just answer my questions and everything will be fine. "How hard could that...be?" You think to yourself.Sending back a response, you tell me you would call in five minutes. Signing off your computer and picking up the phone, you acutely notice your hands are shaking. In addition, your heart is beating so hard. You believe it may pop out of your chest. Laying down on the sofa, you dial the number. The phone rings five. It was a jolt of fear in dealing with such a sexual woman, combined with excitement. Excitement won.“I grew up in Slovenia, where we have a different attitude about sex,” she explained.She lowered her voice. “He didn’t know it, but Donald rarely fucked me when I didn’t already have another man’s cum dripping down my legs. Or, sometimes it was the other way, I would make love to him, knowing I had another lover waiting to see me in an hour. I thrived on the excitement and the variety.“I had. I hammer your clit with my tongue, rubbing it, setting it alight. You can hold it no longer… the flood of your orgasm rushes toward your pussy as you gasp for breath… your clit is electric, your pussy pulsating, your heart is hammering in your chest. With a massive shudder your orgasm slams into you, taking your breath away, taking control of your body, your pussy contracts hard and you float in ecstasy. My warm mouth remains clamped over your clit, but I still my tongue as you shudder. You got a lot of questions and it's gonna take some telling to fill you in on everything.I hope you're sittin' down, kiddo.Short version: your Mom don't live with me no more.Tad longer version: she don't live with me no more because she says that I'm the worst fucking miserable excuse for a husband in the world and she found someone else better to fuck.Yep, you read that right, sweetie.I'll give you her new email addy at the end of this note. You can read her bullshit once you read my side of.