... He's my age you old slapper. Haha. You'll be done for cradle snatching. Be in all the papers you know....they'll call you a sex pest. '49 year ol... divorcée in relationship with young boy!' Haha....good for you girl!... Don't suppose you'd do a threesome?" "Fuck off, Sylvia. You haven't got time. Haha" Like you have?... You've had more cock in you in the last three weeks than you've had in thirty years....even if it is with...you know who.." Don't go there...mind. I know your shagging him. . something that looked about the size of an LP record jacket.Amanda went to meet him, and was only mildly surprised when Jerry followed.“Hi,” said Bobby, smiling. He set his knapsack down and handed what were, in fact, three LP record jackets to Amanda. Jerry’s hand appeared from nowhere, and took the records, before she could grasp them. Bobby started taking his parka off.“Oh Man,” said Jerry, looking at the three albums. “The Moody Blues ... Luthor Ingram ... Roberta Flack. This is good. Somehow Janice and her husband Claude had gotten into a little routine, picking up an old pun that they used whenever Claude would fuck her in the ass.I love to fuck you but you're so flat chested.Get off my back.Of course, most of Janice's sex with Claude was anal, which gave her nothing but pain. They'd had vaginal sex at least twice, which accounted for the two beautiful children who were in Day-care five days a week, as Janice went about her business as a sales woman in Gary's real estate. He was at the stage in writing his second book that the outline was done and he was starting to dictate the story. Outside of doing those activities he would occasionally visit the casino for dinner and a little gambling. Because of the summer crowds he was trying to avoid going into the Dells.His cellphone buzzed and he saw it was a call from Lynn Reynolds, the attorney who handled his divorce.“Hi Lynn, how are things going?”“Things are going fine with me but I thought I would call you and.