“I shall divorce you, and you shall be Lola my whore,” I said firmly. Milf porn “You want the life of a whore then have one, cooking cleaning and children for your day and on your back of an evening,” I snapped. She gasped and as I pumped her full of my juices she held me tightly
“Oh,” she said, “I forgot, you had no Harry, I didn’t mean it to happen!”
“It matters not to me,” I admitted, “Whether you’re filled or unfilled, I care nothing for you, nothing!”
“But, oh my, surely, surely that meant something to you?” she asked
“Nothing, but I am grown soft, suck me,” I ordered, “It meant nothing to me, you’re a whore so earn your tuppence and suck me!”
“What?” she asked. “Hardacres?” she asked. I set her down on a straw bale. “Hardacres?” she asked. But that was not my problem, not any more, I had reached the end of my tether, had given up the unequal struggle and sold my shares in the family firm to group of London businessmen, idiots to a man