“Why don’t we go back to my place. I have a hot tub and we can keep chatting there. Its such a beautifull day and I love hanging out in my tub. ...Now this does not mean we are going to have sex. Just a dip in the tub. Would that be alright with you?” I briefly thought about my previous uncertainty and simply replied “Sure. I’ll follow you.” We both hopped in our cars and were at her place in less than five minutes as she lived just around the corner.She lived in a small residential. Every ‘thank you’ I receive hits me in the chest like a sledgehammer. Every time someone tells me I am brave or strong I want to vomit on my shoes. I hate being a good woman. I hate being a good wife. I hate that it’s all I can do, that it’s all I know, that it’s all I can ever be. Every day is another regret. Every night is another fantasy of escape. Each time I leave my house, even if it’s just a visit to the grocery store or coffee shop, I cry at the thought of returning home. Panic takes. He put the petal to the floor and sped toward Heather’s house. Luckily for her, the horny teen hit a red light on the way. She didn't want him running in on her shaving session.At this time, Heather was checking out her tan, mature body in the bathroom mirror. She shaved her muff down to a wonderful line that led straight to her loose mature pussy. She checked her breasts, large yet still firm and perked up. She thanked her mother silently for making her wear a bra to bed when she was young.. I'm paying." She nodded and Ifound myself twenty pounds poorer.As we walked to the entrance I asked, "I thought you were going toSarah's?" I was but she wasn't feeling very well so I decided to do someChristmas shopping. I saw Anna and Erika as I was passing but didn't seeBill. Instead I saw this young girl and after last weekends events Isuspected." Are you going to tell Mum?" I mumbled."No. I've a few things to get before I need to go home to start theevening meals so let's have a chat about.