She glanced at the scan and saw a harassed looking woman of about thirty, medium height, mousy shoulder length hair, and not very pretty, standing pat...ently outside. What scared her rigid was that the door identified her as Mrs. Sandra Harris.'Oh, well, ' thought Martha, 'It had to end sometime, and it's been a fun six months.'"Let her in," she told the door.Sandra came in to the room and looked round her."Well, at least he keeps you in style," she said, "I know all about it; he told me. He laughed, spat on my pussy lips and said “now that you’re ready…” and then put his hands next to my shoulders. I looked down between us and put my hands on his penis, guiding him in. he thrusted lightly and I tensed my pussy muscles. He slipped into me; I could feel his cock inside my tight pussy inching forward. He got almost all of his penis in and then started pumping in and out my pussy slowly. I started moaning. I bucked my hips to meet his pumping. He was speeding up and I began to moan. After some time she took my hand and placed it under her head and came closer to me. I rejoiced.After some time gradually wrapped my arms tightly around her and we lied like that for several minutes. Then we started brushing our lips and gradually we were kissing passionately. This time I was confident enough. I got on top of her and kissed her all over her face, neck, and cleavage. Then I gradually removed her t-shirt and kissed her all over her stomach.I started caressing her boobs and licked. Cursing my hopefully soon to be ex I jumped into my truck and headed home. I consoled my distraught daughter then headed into the kitchen to fix her something to eat. It was under a magnet on the refrigerator that I saw an envelope with my name on it in my wife’s handwriting. As curious as I was at to see what was inside I tossed it on the counter to read later and continued to make dinner for Katey. It was only after we had eaten and watched a little T.V. and I had put Katey to bed did I.