Instead I bashed my toes. I heard his footsteps drawing closer to where I was. I crawled to the back of the mausoleum and pressed my back to the wall....‘Come out girly. We aren’t over. You owe me a lot for running away and leaving me bankrupt. Is this the thanks I get for taking care of you when that stupid cunt of a mother died. ‘ I held my breath and listened to him trudge through the graveyard. My ears strained to hear his footsteps as they moved farther and farther away from me. Now that I. “So, what would you like to talk about today?” I asked him. “My sex life.” He said it straight faced. “What about your sex life?” “It’s not fun anymore. My wife doesn't want to have sex… but I want it when I want it. So I cheated on her with my secretary but she caught me.” “And then what happened?” “She said she would leave me if I didn't come to you, and my wife leaving me isn't good for my career, so here I am.” “Here you are indeed. So why did you cheat on your wife?” I asked him, trying to. Roz on the other hand, had managed to unzip my jeans and was frantically trying to pull them down. It was almost like the clumsiness we had shared all those years ago, trying to get each other undressed. We actually broke out into a fit of laughter over our inability to do this one simple thing. Eventually she got my pants off, and whistled her approval. Now, I’m no porn star, but I was not left on the short end of the blessed line either. I guess the short break in the action, as well as the. The Jones’s have a large house, so it was easy for Rob to let Bill in without his mother knowing he had a guest. Rob briefed Bill on what he suspected. Rob thought his mother and Mrs. Zamora were going to watch the tape of Bill and him fucking Rob’s mother. Rob and Bill silently crept down the hall to the TV room. It was a large room with a wet bar and several chairs and a large leather couch. The couch was opposite the Sixty-Five inch projection TV and the chairs were all arranged in a.