She was asked why she wanted the divorce and simply stated that she had fallen in love with another man and wished to marry him. Her lawyer, James Hug...gins, did not ask her any more questions.Now it was our turn. Miles approached Reese and smiled."How long have you been married to Graham Rideout, Mrs. Rideout?" Almost eighteen years." Where they happy years?" he asked."For the most part." Only for the most part. Which part wasn't happy?" I didn't mean it that way. We had a good marriage." If. Within minutes Imogen and Erica were wrapped in each others arms, passionately kissing each other, their hands roaming all over each others bodies.Erica lay there and looked intently into Imogen's eyes, "God you're beautiful Imogen!" she sighed and began to kiss Imogen with even greater passion than before. Then before she realised what was happening Imogen felt Erica's warm and moist mouth sucking and nibbling on her stiff nipples and caressing her breasts.Soon Imogen gave a moan of pleasure. He glanced behind them again. “Where?” he asked. “You’re married.” He looked at her again, feeling his heart beat faster. “So?” “Your wife probably wouldn’t want you to find it.” “Where is it?” “In my pussy,” she said in a lowered voice. Her gaze didn’t leave his eyes, as if she was waiting for his reaction. His cock was at full mast, engorged and painful against the zipper and belt of his pants. She was only a foot or two in front of him. He could just reach out, have her spread her. . Too conceited!’ Maggie leaned close and whispered as we left Georgia and her companion. It had turned chilly and I draped Maggie’s jacket protectively over her bare shoulders. I didn’t like him at all! The lustful way he looked at Maggie reminded me that although I was her escort for the evening she was still my aunt, that she was twenty years older than me, and despite my secret fantasies, nothing could ever happen between us. I just hated the thought that she might want to start a.