Tomorrow!’ There was a wealth of promise in that one word. Stan looked at Anne in the same way a rabbit looks at an oncoming truck. ‘Go on, Stan. ...Shoo!’ she told him, softly, and Stan shook himself and opened the car door. After getting out he leaned back into the car and said, ‘Till tomorrow, then,’ and closed the door. Anne waved, gunned the engine and drove off, leaving Stan waving back. – – – – – – – – – – On Friday, at lunchtime, Stan and Anne once again ate together. Neither made much in. With her body painfully arched forward, Jim could see all 12 of her ribs. The bones were all in place, so he knew that they were cracked not completely broken and she wasn't going to die on them from a punctured lung.'Thud' Jim's boot crashed into the girls gut'Ooommmppph' Lindsey's eyes bulged,'Thump' again he kicked her in the gut'Splat' his 3rd kick found her swollen cunt, as did his 4th and 5th. Jim reached down and grabbed Lindsey's nipples, pulling her upwards by her tits. Stan removed. If I left her she got fifty thousand for every year we were together. The exception was infidelity. If I cheated on her the pre-nup was void and she could go for what she could get. If she cheated she was out on her ass without a dime. She couldn't take anything with her but what she brought to the marriage and that amounted to some clothes and her maiden name.I figured the problem would be a simple one to solve. I'd stop having sex with her. A woman used to having three or four men doing her a. It was different with my Auntie Rose’s pussy, I knew instinctively what it was and what my hardness was and all I could think was that someday I would be humping that thing every night just like my lucky uncle.Well, here I was at age twenty-eight blessed with a whole stable of high-class broads and all I could think about was my widowed Aunt who at thirty-eight still never failed to give me an erection just thinking about what she was hiding under her tight pencil skirt and loose fitting blouse.