”Oh God… Oh my fucking God…” Bette gasped with pleasure when she felt me drenched. She quickly entered me with two fingers. At that moment, I was filled with incredible bliss. I missed her so much. I needed her all this time. Only she knew how to give me real pleasure. Bette lowered her face to my thighs and began to lick my clit, still thrusting with her fingers and touching my nipple with her free hand. The orgasm was not long in coming. I clenched the sheet into a fist and lifted my hips as I felt a rush of pleasure. Bette stretched it out as best she could, stopping her fingers but not stopping her tongue. She came up to me and I tasted myself on her lips.

”You’re so tasty, honey,” Bette said, breaking away from the kiss and smiling.

«How old did you say you were?» I said, smiling back as Bette lay down next to me with her head on my shoulder and her leg over mine.

”I hope to be hot at any age, you know,” Bette teased. She put her arm around me and put her hand on my chest.

“Oh, you are”

We lay in silence for a while, feeling good, but each of us was thinking about his own things. Or rather, the same thing.

”We’ll have to talk about it in the morning,” I began, kissing Bette’s temple. We can’t just let it go.

”Yes, we should” was answered immediately. Bette seemed to be thinking the same thing at that moment.

I brought Bette’s hand to my lips and kissed the back of it a few times, then started to get up

«Where did you go?”

«I have to go. We can’t Wake up together in the morning because Angie won’t understand it,” I said, turning to my ex-wife.. «And I doubt that we will be able to explain it to her»

«Tina, we have a well-behaved daughter who won’t break into our bedroom. She’ll think you spent the night in the guest bedroom, that’s all» . She took my hand and pulled me toward her. I smiled and lay down next to her, hugging her.

We’re still divorced, and I’m still leaving for Toronto in 2 days. But for now, all I can think about is her in my arms.