Defeated, Helen made a deal with her husband. She would waive any claims in return for full custody of Mark and minimal c***d support. Owen had never ...anted the c***d to begin with, and had done his best to make the boy's life miserable. He had never physically abused his son, or her, but his verbal abuse had been a constant drain on their self-esteem. As it happened, c***d support was grudging at best, and after six years of constantly fighting about it, Helen simply gave up the battle. By. I did it again then kissed her on the lips, we petted heavily and I let my hand roam over her covered body. Fi twisted and lay back on the sofa, the gown parted even more. Showing more of her black stockings and now pink suspenders. I kissed her again my hand running up the outside of her leg tracing her stockings and then her suspenders up higher to feel her panties and higher to her suspender belt then higher but the belt on her dressing gown was still tied. Still kissing Fi I undid the robe. We became silly, and touchy, she laid down on the bed and put her shirt up, revealing her breasts – but they were covered by the bra. I told her to stay still and I poured some of the vodka into her bellybutton. I sucked it out, then licked around her belly button up to her breasts. I sucked on the top of her breast, leaving a slight mark. She rolled me over and then did the same to me. That’s when the phone rang. I didn’t mind her boyfriend being on the phone with us, because I had the real. This day, however, she immediately got naked and didn’t even bother wrapping a towel around herself before she stepped into the shower, lost in lusty thoughts of two weeks away from home working on her “skills”. She always had eyes on being the star of the team, but today it was obvious. It made her even hotter, feeling other girls looking at her hard nipples, her wispy pubes, her round ass, water pouring down her body as she rubbed soap all over it. If they all approached her, she would have.