What I couldn’t ultimately work through was trusting a man, again. Not after all that time together. Not after giving up my career aspirations of ...writing so he could move up in his career. What I call my ‘idiot years’ at the end of the marriage did, however, provide the foundation for the future when I was ready: resolve to focus on writing; and, the knowledge to provide myself with very real and satisfying pleasure with toys and my own fingers.Even though I am alone, and committed to being. At nine, it was already crowded with a wide assortment of colourful costumes.Donna’s skimpy costume caught the most eye contact showing the most skin of any woman there. I got us each a drink, and we had to share a table with another couple. “We’ll have to be careful about what you do. My Chief and the Base Chief are here.”“But you can say this is my costume. Believe me, they’d be looking at my tits and ass just like the other men,” she countered.“Are you supposed to be a cheerleader?” She was. I've been under supervisionall day and I'm so horny.Mommy puts down the lipstick and roughly unbuckles my belt. Then sheyanks my pants half-way down my legs. Before I can figure out what'sgoing on, she daintily picks up the lipstick and starts writing across mypurple velvet panties and stomach.I'm in such shock it takes me a few moments to look down at what she hadwritten. The writing was in an elegant script. (Especially consideringhow difficult it must have been to write with lipstick over. “Nice and slow,” Christine moaned, her eyes locked on Adam’s cock vanishing into Avalynne’s warm embrace. She could feel Lynne trembling in ecstasy, and returned to her practiced tonguing of the younger woman’s clit to add to that sensation.“Oh. Oh yes,” Lynne cried out as Adam’s balls settled against her once again.“Fuck yeah, Lynne,” Adam groaned in response, pulling back just a little more quickly than before.Lynne yelped, and then groaned as his cock sank home in her tight canal.