”“Actually, he’s not,” said Glory.“He and I have worked out an amicable agreement that he has absolute say so in regards to. In fact, we are... getting along quite well. He is, to be totally honest, hurt that I asked him for a divorce. But that said, and so am I that I had to, and he understands the reasons why,” she said.“Can I ask why? I mean is it only because you met this very handsome gentleman or... ?”“No, that was an element in the mix. But the main reason and Ian knows this, and believe me. It was building. Ricky couldn't hold it back. Still watching Sarah, he gripped Christine's hips hard and began thrusting furiously into her. Glancing down, he saw her buttocks rippling, her arched back. He looked back at Sarah. She'd lifted her leg up as she thrust a finger inside herself. Her mouth was open. She seemed to be calling out as she writhed on her fingers. With a loud bellow, Ricky thrust deep inside Christine, his orgasm the most powerful he'd ever experienced, or so it felt. He. Jean cooed as I tasted the mixture of cum, sweat, and her ass off her husband’s cock. My inner dirty was in total bliss as Ms. Jean pulled the cock from my mouth and rubbed it along my cheeks. I love the erotic scent and the feel of that man’s dirty cock on my smooth face. Ms. Jean told me it was time as she stood me at the end of the bed. She placed two pillows on the edge and gently bent me over. Ms. Jean kissed me and told me she would take care of me. I moaned as she spread my young smooth. I figured he must be doing the same and that and that smile sent shivers of excitement down my back as we were going up the dark stairway to his house, he lightly touched my ass and I instinctively stepped away relax he says and flashes me this toothy yet charming smile. He reassuringly put his hand around my shoulders and leads me up to his room. His room was messy but clean and it smelled like him. It was hot so the smell of his sweat was everywhere. I still remember how I couldn’t understand.