She packed quickly and took off in her old SUV before he could even notice her gone. She called a friend and asked if she could crash for a couple of ...days until she thought things through. Her cell phone rang constantly, it was Trevor. After a couple of days she answered and heard him rant and rave. She told him it was over and goodbye. His only response was. ‘Well fuck you, you fat cow.’ The following week she stopped by the uni, John was there in a circle of young Indians speaking a dialect.. . They hired this 6'6' rip black assisted coach from from tenn.st. He had heard i pianted so he got me to pianted his new house cheap.I told Mistress all about him. So that Sat. morning i started I had panited all day Coach James said he would not be there till after midnight. So i was in a pair my old pink panties and chain collar.about 6 that evening My Goddess walking in barely with one of her old jeans that her lips wrap around and and white see threw tin top.I had her drinks there she walk. I said well, wear that , she said my bra is wet too, I returned with " don't wear one". We headed out to the truck with her in a tight white sleevless t shirt and a denim skirt that came down about three inches below her ass cheeks.She also had on her hiking boots. I gotta say she looked pretty bad assed. Soon we where at the parking lot at the mountian top and we started walking to the very top. It was so cool up there, we where with about twenty other people enjoying the view out over at. “My turn!”She hopped off the bench and swooped up the sweaty pummel of her husband’s sword. Grinning, she looked at Macario as she approached him. He stood, grinning back at her, his bare, sweaty torso heaving sensuously as he breathed. Béla licked her lips and threw him an image of sliding her wet pussy around on his sexy, sweaty chest.“Only if you win, little Puta,” Mac panted, catching his breath from having walloped her tired, old hubby. If she lost, then Mac got to fuck her, so Béla.