She had five k**s now,from 3 or 4 different guys.The slag.Mind you.She was still very cute.She had moved back to her mothers with her youngest k** and...started drinking in my local again.She always said hi if she seen me.Sometimes I said hi back.Sometimes I didn't. I didn't want my mates seeing me with a slag like her.And she knew it.I had seen her upset more than once if I blanked her when my mates were around.Well tough. But she still invited me around to hers now and again for a night cap.If. I asked him tocome to my place for dinner and I cooked one that he would never forget.I went on line and found some recipes and made this dinner for Bill. Ididn't know he was allergic to shellfish and I put this shrimp paste inthe pasta sauce, and, well you can guess the results? I had to rush himto the hospital all the while he was puffing up like a balloon, he almostdied. He still jokes about it, 'yeah, my wife tried to collect the lifeinsurance money before we were even married, he would. When I didn’t pull my cock out, Shellie said that she would do as I wanted but that she would NOT let her son Billy fuck her.I pulled her dress up off of her, making her naked except for her heels and her jewelry, I then grabbed a good handful of her thick blonde hair, and then I led her into the house. The garage had a door that went into the kitchen. In there was our son eating his favorite meal, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a tall glass of chocolate milk. When he saw his naked. . I never got the chance.I checked the fancy suit for the twentieth time and glanced across the busy ballroom floor. This was the imperial residence which did not mean the emperor or any of his family were here. The people that were here were nobles from a dozen governments and ambassadors as well as rich merchants.With the rich and powerful were courtesans and escorts. There were also those that fawned over them and assistants. There were bodyguards and interpreters and the ballroom was filled.