Jack opened the door for me and I let him lift me down from his truck. I was holding his hand without even thinking about it, and it felt completely n...tural.We walked up my drive and I unlocked the door. We went into my kitchen, and suddenly I was in Jack’s arms. My face turned up to his, and his lips were on mine. Electric shocks were coursing through my body, moving from his lips to mine, straight down to both my nipples and then from each nipple, directly to my clit.I moaned softly into his. ” His thumb rubbed over my lower lip, and he simply said……”Don’t be.” He took my hand in his, and led me to the edge of the bed, and sat down, looking up at me. Without taking my eyes from his, I sat down next to him, my thigh brushed close to his. The moment I sat down, he leaned close to me, and placed his lips on mine. I felt his hand on my back, guiding me back onto the bed. His lips were so warm on mine, I could feel the heat coming from his body. My tongue slid over his lower lip, tasting. "I'm moving out, babe." Her voice broke. "I'm sorry, Des, but I've not been straight with you. You're a good bloke; a sweet man who's given me some of the best shagging I've ever had." She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "I don't visit my mum in Swindon on Fridays, she actually lives round the corner from me on The Brit, I go up to London and visit a bloke in Wormwood Scrubs prison. The bloke who I left my husband and kids for."I knew she was divorced, but she had never divulged the. ‘Yes, it is entertaining and educational’ said I. ‘Oh, would you like to see more?’ she asked. ‘Yes but we have not been properly introduced’ I replied. ‘Champagne’, she said. ‘Jonathan’ I replied. ‘Well then, come with me and you will get the royal tour.’ Sliding her arm into mine, we walked to the door. As we stood in the doorway, my ears were overwhelmed by the voices of so many gurls yelling for makeup and other necessary items they required to complete their transformation. Standing.