Let’s play hookie today. I have some wine in the fridge at my place. We can have a few glasses and chill….what do you think? I could definitely us...e the break.”“Sounds fantastic. Let’s do it.”We drove to my place, kicked off our shoes, loosened our blouses, and pulled a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator. We sat on the sofa in the living room and after several glasses of wine we were both a bit tipsy and the topic turned to giving our sons handjobs and blowjobs.Kristy said, “Have you let. She laced the pants up tight, then looked at her bulging breasts in her bikini top and those pants fit her hips like a glove, her bikini bottoms peeking out the top of the pants. She took a look at the back view of the pants and smiled at seeing her ass was perfectly framed in those pants."Damn, if I saw me, I'd wanna fuck me," she said to herself, checking herself out.Satisfied with the pants, Miss K walked out to see Ann and Tracy talking about those leather pants, a bag tossed on the table. He came back for it again and again. Once he realized he was a pussy boy, he started taking it up his ass from any guy who would need tension in his balls released”.“No, please, Jake, Sir. Please don’t fuck me. I am not ready for getting fucked; Please. I will suck you again. You can cum in my mouth again. But please don’t fuck my ass”! Nigel was whimpering and begging but for some odd reason, I knew it was not real. Nigel was ready to have his ass used for pleasure.“By the time I’m through. The divorce was amicable, quick, and relatively cheap. She didn’t want any of the stuff, and didn’t fleece me too badly. She probably felt guilty about leaving a nine year old daughter without a mother. I had always been extremely close to Christie, probably partially because of my lack of intimacy with her mother through much of our marriage. We became that much closer when Chris left us. She seemed to hold up well, considering. I told her all the time that her mother didn’t leave because of.