They lived on the curve of a cal de sac and so he went outside to sit at the curb. Most of the neighbors were still at church or relaxing inside so no... one would probably see him sulking. He just didn't understand her these days. She didn't use to be this bad. Maybe the pressures of life was getting to her or it was early menopause starting. He didn't know. He picked up a small rock and using a sideways pitch threw it into the street. Sometimes at times like this he just felt more like crying,. There I was standing on the cold garage floor, dripping rain water off my body with one of the ends of the handle my husband uses to cut our trees with up my pussy working it in and out. I worked that handle like it has never been worked before, until I had a nice cum. I pulled out the handle, and put it back in its place, still slick with cum juice on it. My mission was not complete, I was still horny and looking for something else, new to try out. You know, when you are super horny and. Soon it occurred to me that they were fishing. They wanted me, yes. But more than they wanted me, they wanted the technical excellence my friends and I had. They wanted bigger and more shocking effects. They wanted to top everything that had been done before. My problem was that I had learned to value quality over quantity. Content over hypocrisy. Love over matter. Well, maybe the last one. It was not suitable, here.I made sure that I looked interested, and they gave me permission to hang. "My name is John Smith, attorney at law. I'm here for Bilk and Wheedle to represent Jodie Hart." Not his or his firm's real names, but I don't remember what they were. My surprise was complete. What the fuck was this? Was she suing me for passage money home? Couldn't be. I had paid for everything. He handed me an envelope and I realized that my earlier surprise was nowhere near complete."She's suing for divorce? From me?" My look of astonishment couldn't have been more.