She looks at me and asks me if like what I see. She is perfection. Her body is flawless and beautiful. Her breasts are large and perfectly shaped. Her...legs lead to the most breathtaking ass I have ever seen.She walks over the the bed and lies down beside me. She says four simple words “Make love to me.” I am in shock. This beautiful woman wants me inside her. The excitement, the pure lust of the situation takes me to levels I have never experienced before. I am rock hard and ready for this. The band girls opened them and we transferred the contents onto Lizzie’s big work table.“Oh my god,” Saffie pulled out a length that glittered with gold in among red, green and yellow.“That’s a weave,” said Fenella, “it’s not very stretchy but it’s easy to work with.”“Most of the others are single jersey knits,” added Jamila, “they can stretch one way or both ways, depending, though it can be best to sew with an overlocker...” she looked at the sewing machine, “or a twin needle machine. Most. An instant rush of pure satisfaction came over me. I just hoped that this would now be the end of me being Summer.The following Morning was a Saturday once again I asked if she was okay.“No, I’m not, he’s fucking married.” Those words were like music to my ears. Of course I gave it my best not to show it but deep down I was laughing so hard. I offered my sympathy and tried to act normal, as she banged and smashed around the place all day.Instead of calming her rage seemed to be getting worse as. This is all from her experiences that she told me and allowed me to write for her. I hope you all enjoy it. ************************************************** I got divorced about 10 months ago. My ex husband Paul and I mutually agreed to end our marriage because we were happier with other people. So we split up on good terms and we are still friends. We hang out sometimes, catch a drink at the bar then go our separate ways. We are both happier and it shows. He has a new wife now. They got.