She crossed over to where the shattered crystal glass lay and stooped to pick it up. Without emotion she picked up the shards of glass and went to get... a towel to wipe up. Then she turned out the lights and went to get ready for bed. If he was serious this time she would grant him the divorce. She looked in the bathroom mirror and was shocked by what she saw. It wasn’t her physical appearance that shocked her, she was still pretty and slim, but a mere shadow of what she once was. When had it all. We feel each other’s emotions. It is a gift that Emmy gave us many years ago. We are an open book to each other. She’s fifty-five and already past menopause. I’m forty-five and still horny. It doesn’t matter. She is still the same enthusiastic bed partner, still the soft and lovely girl of my dreams. Age will never wither her beauty, nor slow down her sex drive, apparently, thank goodness. She lay on the bed with that Mona Lisa smile of hers, her soft round little body still lovely after all. He raised his fist again, but in a blur of speed that felt like a comic book instead of real life, I was there to catch his first before he could strike her again."It takes a big fucking asshole to beat up a little girl!" I growled, pushing him away so forcefully that he bounced off the wall behind him. "Get the fuck back in your apartment and if you do much as look at her again I'll break your fucking arm!" I was serious as a heart attack, and I could see that I put the fear of God in him as. Your bag too.”I did what I was told and quickly squatted and started to pee. A hard, thick stream erupted from my pussy and onto the ground. It splashed my feet and ankles and I spread my legs as far as I could. The relief was almost as good as the giant orgasm I had earlier on Tommy’s dick.Ms. Connor pulled out her phone and started texting as she casually walked further and further away from the dumpster. When I was finally done peeing, I looked over at her. She was half-way back to the.