The afternoon before she left she came up and gave me a small package.I opened it and found a pair of lacy pink panties with a little bittylock on the...front of them. I laughed a bit and asked, "What are these? A pair of your panties to keep as a token reminder?" She said no,actually they were new, she had never worn them, and they were actuallyfor me - to wear. OK, so now all the humor was gone and she could tellthat I was at a loss.She explained she was at the mall doing some last minute. She hasn't quit on him yet, and I hear him sweet talking her most nights. If she wasn't still interested, she wouldn't listen to him telling her what he does. I think she's just waiting to see if he takes care of this job or not, and whether he keeps himself off the sauce for a while longer. I know she was happy when he sent that big check to her. It let her get all caught up on things, and that was half their problem, the money." I'd hate to see him mess this up, Jerry. I don't know him that. ”“You’re welcome. Sorry.”“Not your fault,” I replied. “Good luck.”“Thanks.”He turned and went down the steps to the sidewalk, turned left, and began walking south towards his house.“I suppose we should have seen that coming,” I said.“She’s going to divorce Stan over this?”“That seems to me to be what she said. Maybe she’ll calm down, but one thing I’m sure of - Francesca will be in a different school a week from tomorrow if Carol can arrange it. With Spring Break and the fourth quarter. Finally I allow a single finger to push at my opening, and my toes curl. By and by, that finger sinks into my depths, the heated walls of my cave impossibly resistant and tight to the penetration. After a time, I begin slipping a second finger inside, my opening having to stretch in order to accommodate both digits. Once again my spine arches, thrusting my breasts forward as though being put on proud display. With two fingers hilted deeply inside, I feel my walls squeezing and pulsating, my.