Her valiant attempts to make my stories readable are much appreciated. As Always, any and all errors are mine, and mine alone.I've had MANY requests (...K more like demands and threats) to write a follow-up to the flash tale "Anatomy of an Affair", so here goes. Also while this saga is in story form, the attribution of this fable had a lot of "help" from the same place as Anatomy of an Affair.We all know that about half of marriages end in divorce, but not a single one of us ever thinks it will. She: (smiled slightly) What did you do with them?Me: I was in shock to see your big milky white boobs. Before I look at them closely, you deleted it.She: You should be quick enough to scan everything in the first go.At that moment I was trying hard not to look at her cleavage though it was visible. We got the coffee and started drinking it. Then we spoke some random stuff like that, in between, I had asked about her interests and so on. What I was doing and my interests so and so.She was. Ok the truth;fucking is ecstasy! Once I get a cock into me and I am suitablylubricated I just love being fucked; I can come whilst being fuckedwithout even being touched down there; in fact sometimes I come almoststraight away and then again a second time if the fucking lasts a while;I don't even have to be hard! The advice I offer here is make sure youtake it slowly, especially the first time (I don't care if you regularlyram a dildo up your arse; the real thing invokes a different mindset. The oxygen thief continued to keep the crown jewels under lock and key, so the other Sunday was a one off.Ian rang me during the week and said to call into his solicitors, as everything was setup. I signed the papers and he told me to get Debbie (aka oxygen thief) to sign them and the money would be in my account in 14 days.I took Debbie into the office to sign the papers the following day and Paul was slick, he produced the papers, I had done my spiel about "We need to raise a bit of capital".