I am referred to, by one of my clients, to one of her very mature, and rich friends.I show up to complete my duties and was met at the door by a very ...exy and sassy older woman of the caucasian persuasion. She has on a low-cut and very short sun dress. From the low-cut I can see her natural juicy tits. Her nipples are very erect and busting through the thin material.I started getting wet and I have to remind myself of where I am.Anyway, she greets me as if she knew me for a very long time. My. My eyes popped open, I thrashed around. ‘I must get out of the car, run for my life. Where is the door handle?’ I was trapped, I cannot move. ‘Let me out!” I prayed. “Help! Why can’t I move? Where am I? Where is the car? Where are all the animals? Where is the fire? God help me, please.’ I pulled and pulled but still I seemed to be trapped, but I was not trapped in the car. I was not in the car. But, I could not sort out where I was. ‘Oh, my heads hurts so badly please stop the hurt’. I felt so. That didn’t stop me as I tightened my hold once more when he tried to jerk away, now starting to tremble slightly as he attempted to push my arms away, even when we weren’t teens anymore his body was still so sensitive, I could blow a tiny bit of air on his chest and the tiny rosebuds would perk up and harden immediately.While sucking on the crook of his neck I open my eyes and looked down to see exactly what I wanted, my free hand trailed down to his belt and fiddled with the rim of it still. I think every second weekend, two weeks in the summertime as well as certain feast days is the agreed decision, so she can come to my new house together with Ben."Mom stood up and listened to dad and responded, “Ken, thank you for Becky and I won’t struggle for my marriage. I won’t say any wrong words about you to the kids.”I ended listening to my parents and I slept in sadness with tears in my eyes.Dad moved into the guest room and after a sad Christmas he gave the divorce documents to my mom.