Her husband Gary and Sylvia's husband John had been good friends, and she saw all the pain coming. She did what she was good at....she judged. Sylvia ...was sentenced tried and convicted. There friendship was over and for ten years dead. Until now. Joyce dried herself in the bathroom before the full length mirror. She examined the reflection, deducting that she wasn't that bad for nearly 40. Her breasts were still full and had little sag. That's one thing about being c***dless she supposed. Her. I boarded my next flight to Cleveland with trepidation. Having decided my marriage was ending, would Sandi want to see me? After our first day of project meetings I got up the nerve to ask her for dinner. ‘Gary, I really can’t tonight.’ I was crushed and perhaps it showed. ‘But tomorrow would be nice if you’re interested.’ ‘Sure, tomorrow would be great.’ I replied. The next twenty-four hours dragged by sluggishly. My mind flip-flopped over my decision to end my marriage, to love this woman. She pulled me into her and took my hand to put it on her breasts, and I fondled them through her t-shirt before stroking down her body to slip my hand into her shorts. For a minute or two I stroked her pussy through her cotton panties, then pushed them to one side to slide my fingers inside her. She moaned and bit her lip, then unzipped my trousers, and took my hard cock in her hand. I lifted my hips so she could push my trousers and pants down, and she wriggled out of her shorts and panties. He never sucked a cock, but he sure wondered what it might be like. Cocks looked so fucking juicy. Unbelievably so.Of course, he had one himself, and when Tracy was at work, he’d often throw his legs up over his head and cum into his own mouth. On other occasions, Patton would shove a fat pink cock-replica-vibrator into his asshole. He’d bought it for Tracy at a sex shop a few years back, knowing it would spend time inside of both of them.Cleaning that fucker to the point where it didn’t still.