Well ... not unimaginably thankful ... not exactly. I could think of a way she was welcome to thank me. It involved a lot of heavy breathing and her n...ked skin moving all over my naked skin, while I showed her how lucky she was to BE a woman, all grown up and fully involved with mature things.I almost ran into the back of an eighteen wheeler carrying a load of cattle. I let off the accelerator just as a cow let loose out of one of the holes in the side of the trailer and a brown hazy cloud. He is even paying forher apartment. She likes to spend money. My investigator has heard fromanother source. She has given John an ultimatum. Either get rid of youand marry her. Or she will find another Sugar Daddy."So you can see what is happening. John is trying to force you out." Is there anything I can do. John has canceled my credit cards,cleared out our checking accounts. He is even got our son doing some of hisdirty work for him. By spreading evil rumors about me." It is going. ‘You’re doing fine, really. All we’re supposed to be doing right now is learning about masturbation. Now why don’t you take your clothes off and get up here with me, and we’ll do it together?’ Without hesitation Michael tore his clothes off and sat beside me on the couch. I smiled at him encouragingly and began stroking my own clit. His cock was already as hard as it could be, and he began pumping away at it while he gazed into my eyes. Perhaps that’s what got to me, I had expected him to be. He seemed pleased that I had told her and of the fact that it obviously aroused us both.Tracey and Ritchie began to kiss a little more passionately following on from the recounting of our alleyway fuck. I could sense that things were hotting up. On looking at Ritchie's bulge growing in his tight jeans it became even more obvious. They kissed for a little while, Tracey's hand straying to his crotch area and his hands beginning to wander too. First a fumble at her tits, then a hand moving its way.