As Mrs. T's fingers fondled what used to be hers for the taking, I smiled "Yes. I want you to stop."
T's smile drifted and she eased a half step away, "Oh. OK."
"Would you like to meet her?" I miss the mind games... a little sometimes. Would she call?
That smile, "Sure."
"Good. I think this will be... educational." I'm still smiling.
"I bet" Mrs. T retorted.
As I lead my ex through what used to be her living room through the dinning room and out to the back deck and patio, I couldn't help but notice the cut of her skirt... her ass nearly visible. She has been working out, I can tell. "How was your week?" she asked?
"Great! W has his back stroke and side stroke down well and M is... well he is getting his whole face wet on purpose and not too horrified..." we walked out the back sliding door. Miss K had walked out to the coy pond and garden, taking in the dahlias and aster. Her long golden hair wisped in the breeze. Miss K turned with a smile.
"Really" Mrs. T mumbled.
"K, this is T."...