Ex-wife. Eight year old daughter. Both in California. It's so cliché, I know...And in the middle of the week, us, marriage license in hand, looking a...t the weekend: I just get home after school and I get a phone call. I don't immediately recognize the number on the display, so I answer, "Tim Duncan's home. This is Kimberly." Oh. It's YOU." Unhappy female voice that I recognized. The ex."Yes ma'am," I said. "Hi, Mizz Karen." Hello, Kimberly. I suppose your marriage is still supposed to happen. In that moment I wasn’t thinking too much about feeling guilty; all I could think about was how much I wanted Tony’s cock inside of me. I walked into my spare room so he could see me better and I smiled and waved back to him. We stood there looking at one another; neither of us seemed to know what to do next. Then I watched as Tony reached to the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down his hips, letting them drop to the floor. He was standing completely naked in his room with his eyes. I was surprised at how clearly I could see its body. I had always expected a ghost to fade away below the waist, but this one's lower body was fully visible. Her (it was impossible not to think of it as a "her") legs were slightly spread and my eyes traced up her calves to her knees, and then further. Her round ass was clearly visible beneath the gown. One arm was tucked beneath her, reaching below her stomach and moving rhythmically. As I watched, it (she) began grinding her hips into the. Olivia had a picture of me on facebook in seconds with the caption "Thebattle of the sexes has just been lost between my parents." Where have your trousers gone Peta?" Agnes laughed."Who's wearing the trousers now Peta?" Jessica asked as I noticed I wasthe only person not doing so."There's one thing I don't understand though," said Olivia "is that Ithought we had left a pair of fishnet stockings for you but you arewearing fishnet tights... unless, oh, wait a minute, you don't mean the manof the.