"Okay, Jeff, we'll give it a try but no promises. Where would you like to go?" Out for something to eat and maybe a movie, but not one of your sister'.... I'll tell you what, you pick the place."I walked her out to her car and gave her a light peck on the cheek. She still looked at me questionably."Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked one more time."I'm positive. See you Saturday," I said.I went into the airport to finish my assignment. I really felt good; probably better than I had felt. Her fingers gently smoothed out the divorce papers, before curling aroundthe padlocks. Her head held high, she went down stairs to face him. He was sitting there, the living room, watching old movies of their wedding,their previous anniversaries. He looked up, and she opened her hand to showhim the padlocks. He nodded, and made a vague hand motion, indicating thathe wanted her to begin fitting them. She tried one last time to get him to change his mind, to make him realisethat if she went. This just awakened a monster in her.Her body tensed up. She moaned so loudly that I’m sure everyone in the vicinity heard her. Her legs became tensed and she started squirting. My face got a splash. Her juices were flowing like a stream. I backed out and saw her having an orgasm.I was pleased with myself a lot. I made this milf squirt without even using my cock. I looked at her. She was panting and smiling. Sweat dripped down her forehead onto her temples going behind in her hair. She came up. What was even worse was that the wife of the host was to serve as hostess of the game, serving drinks and snacks. The way Jake put it, I had little choice but to volunteer. I said we'd host the next one. Jake smiled. As I departed, Jake called out, "See that Pam wears something sexy. We don't want a hostess that looks like a Tomboy." I grinned uncomfortably and scrapped the idea of having her wear jeans and a sweat shirt. Pam was not pleased to hear about the poker party. She disapproves of.