Realising I was just in underpants and shirt, I apologised and said yes. As I poured the milk, I asked if she knew where the cigarettes were kept, to ...hich she picked out of a draw an open packet and lighter. As I picked one out, Martha introduced herself and asked if I wanted breakfast, bacon sandwich she suggested among other options. Fantastic I said, thanked her and stepped outside. The ex-wife joined me outside in a wrap and not a lot else, kissed me and stole the ciggie. "Happy with the. "She put two petticoats down on the ground, helped him to step into them. She brought them up to his waist and tied them off. They reached down below his knees. Next she pulled out a long pink silk dress. It had long sleeves and a high neckline. The skirt was very full. She put it over his head, pulled it down and zipped it up in back. It was slightly longer than the petticoats."Two petticoats will really give you some idea of how much trouble women take to look good for our men. Now take a few. An hour later she came down in just her red and black lacy push up bra and matching thong with eye liner and light make up. "This is the part you get to see tonight when James passes out and don't worry i have something planed for James to see on top of this". She purred.I fought my urge to fuck her right on the stairs and just contented myself with screwing her with my eyes. She went back up giving me a knowing smile and twenty minutes later she came back down in black yoga pants and a long. Why stop at just one? There were bound to be many others. Alexis Chatris was looking for bastards, plural. Not in the technical sense. She didn't care if she found someone who had parents that were married or not. No, no. She wanted the other kind of bastard: the kind that took advantage of other people, especially in the sexual way. Why limit myself to those? She asked herself. There are plenty of other kinds of bastards: racists, homophobes, financial cheats, the Old Men of the Texas.