Ardy had been embarrassed when she woke up and discovered she was in a strange place. But that was nothing compared to what I felt when the Russells s...aw Ardy come out of the house with me. ‘WHAT IS THAT WOMAN DOING HERE?’ Betty screamed. To complicate matters everyone was there. Marty and two employees were working on floral arrangements and Betty had felt compelled to stop by the shop with the boys in case there was something that needed her attention. I explained, as best I could, that Ardy. "Yes," she said, carefully.The woman just looked at her for a few seconds."I'm Susan," she said. "Roger said he was divorced when we met. So I didn't know he was married to you when I accepted his proposal. We've been married ten years." She blinked and then turned to the boy and girl with her. "This is Timothy and Deborah. They're his children." She turned back to Jennifer. "Now he says there was never a marriage license ... that he made it all up. We got married in a park, and now he says he. “Mmmm,” I moaned, swallowing every drop of his tasty load.“Was that better?” I teasingly asked, already knowing the answer.“Yeah, so much better,” he said with a big smile.“Okay, we can do it again tomorrow, but your father will be home any minute now,” I said.“Did you finish, mom?” he asked.“Don’t worry about me, sweetie,” I said then kissed him on the cheek before getting out of bed.“No, I want you to enjoy it as I do,” he said. “I want to help you to cum.”I smiled and said, “If only every. “I can, Ells, and I will. Later,” he says, his deep voice tinged with humour. I want to ask him how he’s able to find this situation so entertaining when I’m just barely stopping myself from tearing off my dress and throwing myself at him, but his closeness overloads my senses and I can’t string two words together. I open my mouth and stare at him, unsure if I’m inviting him to kiss me or hoping a coherent sentence might accidentally fall out. He slides his fingertip along my jawline, causing.