There’s nothing you can do now. The divorce is final and you may never know the why or the wherefore. Start again. Be grateful that there are a doze... people in there that care a great deal about you and that’s the best therapy you can possibly get.’ I sat there and thought about her comments. She was right of course. The divorce was final! This part of my life was over and I would have to start again. It was almost Christmas and I had a bunch of people who really cared about me. That was the. I locked it up and looked for him. Then I remembered that he had a meeting with the head priest at St. Mary’s church.I had a quick shower before my daily trip to London. Tonight I was planning to go into the City. It was the last weekday until Christmas. Many of the office employees have a few drinks in the fancy wine bars around the city. Maybe my luck will change tonight, and I spot Goliath and his boss preying on another helpless victim.When I got to Wood Green Station, before buying my. ”, she moaned with snivels in her own ecstasy and it seemed to be ‘Angel lost in her own wonderland’. Her pussy was continually liberating love juices and smelled like rotten fish. However, I continued licking her clitoris and love hole and asshole; in short, I tougue fucked her for some time. Suddenly, she squirted and my face was covered with a barrel of sticky love juices. I was amazed and she looked at me innocently and apologised, “Sorry!” I spanked her ass in return and drank it as much. Looking at them, hethought that he liked the silkiness, so taking off his own y fronts; heslipped them up his legs. They felt so nice. He had watched a fewdaytime shows where men came on dressed as women and to be honest, helaughed at them. He wasn't laughing now, as he instantly knew that hewas meant to wear women's clothes forever.He was a small, pretty child, bullied at school and not liked by otherboys, not helped, of course by his long blond hair and gentle ways. Heonly played with girls.