There she was sitting in her bedroom. As I went near, she looked up to me with those lusty eyes. I somehow convinced her not to tell my parents about ...hat she had seen.My dick was still hard, and the bulge could be seen over my shorts. She made me sit next to her on the bed and placed her left arm over my shoulder.She began to talk to me openly and asked whether I had any girlfriend to which I said, “No.” To my surprise, she began talking about sex and how a lady wants her man to satisfy her.By. There was no drama, and there was no crying. Eight years of marriage, and it ended like it started: just business, partnership, friendship. We were both in college, and she was four years younger than me, a Portuguese international student. I graduated when she was still in her second year, when we got married. Daughter of the owner of a huge and traditional shipping company, the eighteen year old version of Isabel already knew what she wanted for life: being rich without working, and striking. So the other night I called up and ex who's always ready for a booty call and as soon as he answered I said, "My pussy is tingly, I need to get fucked so bad. What're you doing tonight?" he was unavailable that night but could meet the next night and I begged him to bring a friend. He was amazed I had turned into such a big slut since we'd broken up but was pleased that I wanted to be shared. We continued to have phone sex, him telling me all the ways he wanted to watch me get pounded and I. Iliked who I was now. I'd never felt more comfortable in my own skin. I wasreally grateful that Darla was here with me., I only wished that Sam washere with me as well.The class just kept laughing and I just wanted to die. "Mr. Johnson,please report to the principal's office," he said. I sat there unable tomove. "NOW!" he finished. I grabbed my purse and made my way for thedoor. I could tell that Darla wanted to join me. The look on my face toldher that I had to fight this battle alone. I left.