Instead of getting mad, I just laughed. Denise was Denise.I poured myself a drink and walked into my bedroom. I wasn't really tired yet, but I thought... it would be nice to relax on my bed and maybe catch a ballgame. I put on the television and started undressing."Are you out there?" I heard my ex-wife's voice cry from my bathroom. I shook my head. I should have guessed that she'd still be here."How's the hot tub?" I called back.Denise loved my hot tub. We'd had a lot of fun together in it. I. "I hadn't known you went in for the romantic stuff. Whatever happened to 'Single, independent and proud of it'?" I know, I know," said Stephanie, shaking her head. "And it's still so much easier to be single, to not have to ... To not have someone constantly hounding you over when you're coming home, and why didn't you do the dishes, or have to kick his ass about leaving the toilet seat up, or ... Or any of that. But at the same time ... I mean, who do you fall back on? Who's going to look. He/she knows that the moment fifteen year old Jocelyn sees Bob, that her almost non-existent, thong style panties, will hit the floor with a satisfying thump, already saturated.She hasn't seen him, hasn't seen him, hasn't seen him; beneath the coffee machine Bob could see her legs and thonged feet and, ah ... now she saw him, the panties are resting on her feet; bright red, thong style matching the faded pink rubber thongs underneath them on her feet, so she kicked all three to the wall behind. I could feel her thighs closing in my butt and I was now increasing the move into her wet pussy faster. My dick head was getting hard and I thought would burst inside her as I thrust my hips into her harder. She started to sync and give my movement a rhythm with her own and now my kissing was all over her mouth instead of just lips. Hips moving into each other, mouth sucking on each other, we started to want for air as I started to fuck faster. I wanted to get her high and push me out with.