You clean my pussy right now or get out." Done." I said, and without another word I gathered my pillow and my book and started for the guest room."And... just where do you think you're going?" she demanded."I'm going to stay in our guest room until I can find an apartment. I'll start looking on Monday and I should be out of here within a week. On Monday I'll also make an appointment with a divorce lawyer. You should be hearing from him in a few days to arrange for the division of assets. You. ’ She laughed. ‘You bugger! God! That brings back memories. That was just the way you used to say things back then. It always got me in stitches.’ I was smiling too as I remembered those days. Life was so simple then. There was a whole bunch of us girls and blokes. I had felt safe in that group which allowed me to come out of my shell a little. Our particular little circle was constant, but could expand and contract as other similar groups would coalesce with us for a while then split. Diane. As we played around dancing, I noticed that Mark kept rubbing her tits and at one point had his hand up her skirt, all the time Vic didn’t have a clue she was being felt up by one of our friends. I was getting very horny watching her being felt, so thought it would be fun to undo her top a little, showing the top of her tits, Mark loved it and could not take his eyes off them.This just got me going even more, so as Mark held Vic up swaying to the music, I un-clipped her bra letting her tits. He should have known that there would be a price to pay for someone who was ten years younger than he and had been such a good piece of ass. When they first started dating they had screwed constantly. She had done things that he had only dreamed of. He had been whipped. No question. After twenty-five years of marriage he was back to only dreaming about it. It reminded him of a joke he had heard at Harry's Bar. One guy asked his friend, "What do a blow job and eggs Benedict have in common?" I.