She got up on shaky legs, went to the dresser and handed him some bills; he looked right in my direction, “I bet you thought you were married to a l...dy, now you know what a slut she really is.” She spun toward me and began blubbering. The divorce was a simple one, she was not about to argue about anything. She got her car, I kept the house, my car and everything in the house except her possessions. She tried to apologize but I had no use for her words, in fact I never. The streets are impossibly narrow and no logic seems to have guided the original town planners.In my little rural township where I live today its impossible to imagine how anyone managed to guide an electric bus, confined to a strip of road 20 feet wide, by virtue of the need to stay underneath overhead wires, through rush-hour traffic. Go wide of the lane and the poles mounted on the roof would come off the wires and leave you like a floundering whale, dead. There was no battery auxillary. Now he knelt between my legs and began kissing his way from my mouth down to my legs. When his tongue first dipped into my pussy, I cried out. Jeff had kissed me there a few times, but that was all. James' tongue found my clit and began to massage it. I came close to coming several times. Each time he would kiss my thigh and nuzzle around my vagina until I relaxed. Each time I became more excited. Finally he had mercy on me and pushed me over the edge into the best orgasm I think I've ever had.. Impatiently, Mr. Leahy strode forward and ripped the sweater off her body with one savage pull. Buttons clattered onto the floor. Mr. Leahy threw the garment into the wastebasket."My sweater!" cried Miss Frost in alarm."You won't need your sweater again," stated Mr. Leahy. "I suggest you take off that blouse and skirt before I have to rip it off you."Miss Frost began to cry. But she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then she undid the little pearl buttons on her blouse. After.