”He also surmised that my parents still voted my proxy since I had to be twenty-five to vote. That was news to me.Before I left, he handed me my new... debit card and the check for half of the money in the checking account. Everything in the savings account was from before I was married, or from last year’s harvest--also before I married. That account was also protected now.Still reeling from my wife’s betrayal, I left the bank, but felt marginally better. Before leaving the parking lot, I called. With my coaching, Nancy had also taught John the finer points of pussy worship, and she said he had been a willing and enthusiastic student. I lay by my pool in the morning, working on my tan, and considering the wisdom of possibly getting involved with my daughter’s former lover, a young man a bit more than half my age. The more I thought about it, the hotter I got and the better the idea seemed to me. After a bite of lunch, I turned my attention to getting ready properly for my nail salon. “Aaaaah, your big cock feels so good inside of me,” she groaned, “fuck me with your big cock Steve. Fuck my little pussy.”I began to steadily thrust my cock in and out of Belinda’s unbelievably tight little pussy, causing her to shudder with pleasure each time I thrust into her. “Mmmm, uunngh,” Belinda groaned contentedly as my big cock filled her pussy. She was squirming beneath me now, thrusting upwards with her hips to meet my thrusts.“God you are so tight,” I moaned, “even tighter than. “Three hours late, and then you show up looking and smelling like you’ve rolled around in a slaughterhouse? You’re done, princess. I replaced you already, two hours by.”The innkeeper pointed over his shoulder with a thumb, to the centre of the busy inn. There, four girls in multicoloured outfits with short, frilly skirts and bare bellies danced in whirling, teasing steps as a fiddler and drummer played in the background. One of the girls was obviously more clumsy that the others, tripping over.