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Marj Morris was your ideal mother. The school principal knew, Marj’s kids knew, the other parents knew. She went to all her kids’ sports fixtures, managed teams, turned up at the prizegiving ceremonies, never missed the parent interviews with teachers, did the late supervision shift at the discos, baked endless cakes for fund-raising fairs… on and on it went. You could set your clock by Marj. And she never complained, and somehow stayed cheerful even when exhausted.Even her ratbag husband Don knew Marj was an utterly reliable Mum, though he’d never thanked her for it or even faintly acknowledged it. He was too busy shagging the bottle blonde in the office at his work and didn’t seem to care who knew that. The blonde wasn’t the first, and no doubt, wouldn’t be the last. Don gave out his sexual favors all too generously. If Don bought drinks and a few trinkets here and there, they’d all open their legs for him. But they had to be slim…Slim, unfortunately, was the problem for Marj, at least as far as Don was concerned. She had brains – second in charge in Ankara escort one of the city’s most successful startups – and she had a warm smile and lively personality too. In Don’s eyes, she didn’t qualify for attention in bed, because she was a ‘larger lady’. He’d been interested enough twenty years ago, but as the early gloss wore off their marriage, and as she put on weight, Don lost interest at home and started giving it out elsewhere.It wasn’t as if Marj didn’t get horny herself. She did, often. Far from being turning on, Don found her tits too big, and wouldn’t even look at her when she made a point of putting on a sexy bra and panties in front of him. He’d turned away from her so often in bed, that she knew it was vibrator time, or miss out altogether. Even when she had an orgasm in a dream, and reached out for him, he’d told her she was disgusting, and rolled away from her. She’d cried herself back to sleep.When Marj’s mates told her to go to a dating website, she’d been scornful. And at first, she was disheartened Ankara escort bayan by the asshole males who appeared there, boasting of their oversize cocks and other alleged bedroom assets. At least, her vibrator lasted more than forty-five seconds! Worse still, these guys had no conversation, no apparent life, no respect for the women they wanted to have sex with, and they wouldn’t know what a post-coital cuddle even was.But one day, fittingly after a terrible row with Don about him failing for the umpteenth time to let her know he wasn’t going to be home for dinner, Marj lingered after work to check the dating websites. “Time you stopped this shallow crap!” she told herself, as she scrolled through the offerings there.But suddenly, there it was: a message from a guy called Jim, older than Marj, but keen to talk with her, not just get into her pants. He lived three hours away by car. Tick. Jim’s wife hadn’t let him near her in bed for years. Tick. He sent a photo and he looked OK. Tick. (Had she seen a face like Escort Ankara that before?) When she warned him gently that she didn’t have a film star figure, he’d laughed and said he wasn’t exactly Tom Hanks himself. Tick. And when they both got less cautious, she told him about her vibrator and he said, “I can’t match that!” Tick (for honesty).Soon, he’d wanted to meet her. They’d tried, a couple of times, but it just didn’t work out. Very frustrating. Spouses easily made suspicious and petrol at a blackmail price. Bloody Russians! Marj started to wonder if she shouldn’t have sent Jim a photo of herself. She was going to be just thirty minutes away from where he lived in a few weeks’ time, but he mailed back to say he couldn’t for family reasons on those dates. Then he asked if she was free on two days the following week. She just couldn’t be free: an unavoidable meeting the first day, and the School Ball the next evening. Bugger.He did seem interested enough, however, to ask her what she’d be wearing to the Ball, and she’d told him she’d be wearing three-quarter pants and a top. Had she twitched between her legs when he mailed back to ask what she’d have on underneath that? Smiling, she replied that he could choose the color if he liked. Marj liked the intimacy of their message exchange, but in the busyness of her working day, thought no more of it.

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