What about the kids? She was a good mother and she should have custody. That was only right. If she was cheating, she must have some reason that I was...n't aware of. She was a good person who had done a bad thing. OK, I could live with that. She could keep the kids and I would pay child support.These were the thoughts that occupied my mind as I drove home to meet my wife. I was not sure I could go through with this evening but I had to try. I couldn't confront her until I had proof. In the back. I gazed down as he took my right hand in his and led me onto the dance floor as the music slowed and the song from Dirty Dancing called, 'I Had The Time Of My Life', came booming through the speakers.He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck as we stared deeply into each other's eyes. My heart skipped a beat as his lips pressed again against mine. This time for much longer, and much more passionately. He leaned in to sniff deeply taking in my sweet. "Is it big Sherry? Did it fill you up." God did it ever, Betty. Every step he took towards the bed bounced me up and down. I was pulling myself up each time so my breast rubbed over his face and then letting myself fall back on him. Peter would flick my nipple each time with his tongue. I would twist my body so each time he tongued the other breast."The realization struck me that Betty's breathing in my ear was rapid and heavy. Her sentences were mumbled and becoming more of moans than words.. We wanted to stay in the same community where we had been living so I could use my contacts to start my business over when the economy improved. The only way that we could even begin to afford to stay there was to live in a trailer park on the edge of town. We used most of our savings to buy a used, twelve feet wide by sixty feet long mobile home, so we would mainly need to worry about the lot rental and utilities, and our normal living expenses. That was a big culture shock for both of us, and.