When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her ...divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.This was agreeable to me. But. Ginger did the same thing so in unison I slipped my fingers into the leg openings of their panties and up into their moist pussies. I finger fucked them both together until the doors opened up and her two sons went running out into the hallway. The mother stepped forward with my fingers still inside her. Ginger saw what I had been doing and just smiled.We went into the hallway and the doors closed behind us taking the older couple up two more floors. Ginger said, “Would you like to join us in. That one has to do with fear. Is he afraid she's in danger? Surely, he can't be afraid she would leave him, no matter what the problem is. That would never happen. Even with my reading him, I have no answers.Whatever happened to him started Saturday night when we were at my grandparent's house for the birthday celebrations. Up to that time, he was fine. I noticed all of a sudden that he was upset about something. I teased him about dropping his wineglass and asked him why he was upset. Boy, did. Toots didn't need to be at work again until Tuesday at Noon and of course my hours were wildly flexible to begin with. We were in no hurry today to do much of anything, except to eventually find a couple of our free lunch coupons for the 24 hour buffet downstairs. We had finally fully consummated our love for each other the previous evening ... vigorously ... and repeatedly. This mornings erotic interludes were a bit more subdued and vastly prolonged, until the choice came down to either.