MCBB/Tera- 50, divorced a year ago, ready to start dating again, son Jim and daughter Jill are 18 year old twins
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| - | Tera looked at her reflection in the mirror. She really didn't understand why her husband had divorced her. Sure, she didn't have a washboard-flat stomach anymore, but she wasn't obese. She had D-cup breasts and sexy, round curves. | + | Tera looked at her reflection in the mirror. She really didn't understand why her husband had divorced her. Sure, she didn't have a washboard-flat stomach anymore, but she wasn't obese. She had D-cup breasts and sexy, round curves. I guess it must have been because he;'s a misogynist. |
Well, time to find a new man. She put on her sexiest black underwear and a form-fitting dress with a plunging neckline, that ended mid-thigh. 2-inch heels completed the look. | Well, time to find a new man. She put on her sexiest black underwear and a form-fitting dress with a plunging neckline, that ended mid-thigh. 2-inch heels completed the look. | ||
Revision as of 07:27, 10 January 2015
Tera looked at her reflection in the mirror. She really didn't understand why her husband had divorced her. Sure, she didn't have a washboard-flat stomach anymore, but she wasn't obese. She had D-cup breasts and sexy, round curves. I guess it must have been because he;'s a misogynist.
Well, time to find a new man. She put on her sexiest black underwear and a form-fitting dress with a plunging neckline, that ended mid-thigh. 2-inch heels completed the look.
She stepped into the living room. Her twins were about to leave: she had had them over for a family dinner, but they each had their own place.
"Wow, Mom," Jim said, looking at her. "You look great."
Jill, a known lesbian, wolf-whistled teasingly. "If you weren't my mom, I'd ask you back to my bed."
Tera giggled. "Thank you both for your support." She gave them hugs and sent them on their way. Half an hour later, she was sitting in the bar.
"Hey, sexy," a male voice purred from her left. "Can I... buy you a drink?" The brown-haired, well-built man was, Tera judged, in his mid-30's at most.
A female voice sounded from her other side. "I think you should let me buy you that drink." A voluptuous redhead, probably in her late 20's, was smiling at her.
