Mark asked about her boyfriend and how they were getting along. She replied "awww we broke up a couple weeks ago." Mark said "he must be crazy to lose... a nice looking girl like yourself." She was enjoying his interest in her and the compliment from a mature man made her feel good. She said "Thanks but he was soooooo immature." Mark said "Yeah, I bet a hot girl like you needs a real man to make her happy." She blushed and remarked "well I guess so, but I don‘t know any."Mark continued to drive. It broke the ice and we settled in for the evening, saying no more about it.I took her out to a local hotspot restaurant and we had a nice night with a couple of beers and a bottle of wine. The big test as to whether a woman is a princess or not is whether she drinks beers, and Eliya lapped 'em up. I wasn't coming on to her or anything and we just talked about her studies, Spain, her travels and all the rest of it. We got home, had coffee and a cognac then decided it was time to turn in.I had. She moaned softly, her nostrils flaring with desire.Kay licked her lips hungrily as she gazed at her mother's big tits. May's tits were like those of a young girl, still very firm, jutting straight out from her chest. Kay's breathing was rapid and sharp now, excited by the thought of caressing her mother's beautiful tits and kissing them.With trembling fingers, the teenager tore her mother's nightgown off and threw it to the floor."Mmmmmm, really sexy, Mom," the girl whispered huskily.May. I might well have to seek trauma counseling as it is, and the lead weight of a messy annulment question or divorce fight, even if a relatively easy win, that’s ... more baggage than I wish to keep carrying. Obviously, marital counseling is out of the question,” I asked Detective Phillips for some odd reason.“Well, that’s more a matter for your lawyer, but yes, you can have her served the divorce papers in jail. You can even serve them yourself, if you wish. I admire your ... approach. Very.