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Click hereJoan stepped out of the shower, dried off, and wrapped herself up in one of the large towels. Back in her bedroom, a room in a home Tom had never seen or even visited, Joan curled up in her bed with a new book and turned on some light jazz. The need to give her oldest daughter a call was pushed back. She'd call Janet in the morning, she told herself. Joan had been meaning to have a long talk with Janet for a while, since she'd begun to see women in a different light. That, and since she'd already had sex with Jewel, the youngest of her daughters, she wondered what Janet might think about the possibility of their getting together for an intimate evening.
For Joan, her life was on a new, and exciting path. The wild events she'd experienced over the past year were proof of that. What would Tom make of his ex-wife now? She let that thought go with a snicker as she opened the book and picked up where she had left off.
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FoggyKernelover 2 years agoWhy do your tales end with such a whimper??? The previous tale had Joan leaving her son hanging high and dry while she goes off on a gang-bang. Yet, here she runs into Mitch after fucking the man who her daughter was fucking and there's no apology, no remorse, just cold-hearted bitchiness with Joan thinking how she wanted to dom her son? Then to fill out a few pages, you give us a story of how her ex-husband would show up to fuck her after the divorce by having her recall one of those times he shows up and fucks her in the ass??? Like I have stated before, these stories seem to be lacking something...
