“Alright, ass-kicking averted.”We settled in and talked while we assembled the furniture and arranged the room. I explained the phone call, and to...d them what had been said.“She’s had you watched by the neighbors this whole time?” Claire asked, surprised. “That’s a little disturbing. Tell me again how she spun the divorce to them so that they’d be sympathetic to her?”I repeated what she’d told them and what points she’d skipped.“I don’t think it was accidental,” she told me.“I don’t either,” I. I swear he thinks more of those birds than he does me! Are you taking the car?”“No. I’ll take the bike; I need the exercise” he said.After pumping up the tyres, he opened the electric garage doors. His mother’s car sat in the middle of the double garage covered in dust sheets so he closed the doors behind him to stop any wind displacing them.He started cycling up the hill. At the top the road wound round a bend and started to descend back to the valley. Halfway down the slope he came to the. “How about you just lie back, spread your legs and let me warm you up a bit,” I offered.“Mmm, sounds good,” she said, and complied, sliding herself down the back of the sofa until her pussy was aligned with the edge and spreading those long, white stocking-clad legs wide open.She has done this before, I thought, with an inner smile.Kneeling down between her thighs I first admired her soft pubic down, which was both a different shade of blonde and a different texture to her hair. It was finer. She moved toward me, making my arms bend and pressing my hands against her breasts. I thought of kissing her, but her smile turned to a grin.“Squeeze them, hard.”I strengthened my grip, trapping her nipples between my finger and thumb. Her head went back, and she sank down a little.“Oh! At last. Another man’s hands squeezing my breasts, pulling on my nipples. Not hard enough, but I’ve waited so long to have another man do this.”I lowered my head, intending to suck on her left nipple, but as I.