Arguments frequently arose over my use of her things which confused me because I didn't have an issue with Janice using my things as I now considered ...hem our things.Other arguments arose over issues that I considered trivial but I freely admit the possibility that my perception of them as such may have contributed to it.I often found myself in the spare room and even when we were in bed together there was often a frosty atmosphere. Sex between us had virtually come to a halt. Janice would. He was a gentleman, dammit, more so than what he had heard about in rumors surrounding the President.“Shall we go to the bedroom, my dear?” She followed him.“Would you like to undress me? If you open the laces, the dress will slip over my shoulders. Think of unwrapping a gift.”“How thoughtful! Thank you for the present.” He did as she suggested, and then sucked in his breath when he regarded Shelley, who moved slightly into an artist’s pose of one leg slightly forward and bent, wearing only. "You hurt me," she said in a voice that verged on tears. Her overall behavior didn't match the anguish in her voice. She reached to rub where my hand quite possibly had left a print.I was the wary one now. This woman had a depth to her that I hadn't seen very much of. I already knew she had to have incredible strength to have raised two such great kids alone. Now I got this feeling that made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck that I was messing with the mother bear of those cubs.Still. My heavy balls felt the light touch of her hand, as her other hand continued to stroke her man, D****'s, cock.She let go of both cocks, and hitched up the short, grey skirt. No panties. Just the smoothly shaved skin above her puffy pussy lips. She stood up, grasping a cock in each hand and guided us back into the cubicle. Then she sat back on the bench, opened her legs and pulled D**** towards her. His cock sank into her juicy pussy and she gasped as her vagina was stretched. He started to move.