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Who gets your former wife's family in the divorce?

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Tom49 Posted on: 29 Aug 2005 1 comments
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I recently flew to Pittsburgh to bury the cremains of my former father-in-law. When I was on the west coast recently visiting my son, his mother was also out for a visit and asked me if I would take the remains of her father back east with me and arrange for his burial in his home town of Pittsburgh. After our divorce ten years ago, my father-in-law had lived with me and my son for a year prior to his death. He was a great guy and I always enjoyed sharing war stories with him [different wars, however!].When he passed away my former wife kept his remains on her mantle waiting for a time to inter him, but evidently, that time never occurred. I agreed to reroute my flight back east and arranged for an overnight stop in Pennsylvannia on my return trip. We coordinated the burial with a distant second cousin of my son's mom who lived outside of Pittsburgh and whose own father was also buried in the family plot.Stowing my father-in-law in my carry-on bag, I made my new connections and arrived in Pittsburgh about 4pm. I had arranged for a room at a hotel near the airport and called the second cousin, Leslie when I got to the room. She suggested that she stop over to discuss the brief internment service that was planned for 10am the following morning.I had never met her and she told me to meet her in the lobby in an hour. I quickly showered and changed into casual togs and went down to the bar where I could nuzzle a drink while watching for Leslie to arrive. Well, my good deed of being the courier for Lester's remains soon reaped a benefit, when I saw Leslie walk into the lobby dressed in an off-the shoulder bright print sun dress and strapey tan heels. She was georgous and had a smile that displayed perfect sparkling teeth.I walked over to meet her and she gave me a tight hug and told me how pleased she was that I had brought her great uncle's remains back to the countryside he had also spoke so fondly of. I asked her if she had eaten dinner and she took my hand in hers and led me to the dining room across the lobby that she said had the best steaks in Pittsburgh.I didn't expect the great dinner, or the wonderful chatter that Leslie provided bringing me up to date with the eastern "hicks" who had never left Pennnsylvania. She was certainly no hick and she talked about her own family and of her budding law practice that was just into the third year. She was 31 years old, had deep brown eyes and light brown hair clipped at her tanned shoulder blades. I allowed myself to think about what I would have done 20 years ago had I encountered such a beauty at a local bistro!We chatted and finished a bottle of wine with an appropriate taost to "uncle Lester" and finished with a flaming Alaska dessert that was almost as hot as Leslie. She told me she would pick me up at about 8:30am so we could get to the cemetery by 9am to complete the paperwork. As we were leaving the resturant, Leslie asked if she could view the remains? I was taken aback for a second and didn't know if this was the attorney talking, or just a curious grand niece.We boarded one of the many elevators and as soon as the door closed I felt myself being pushed back against the side wall of the mirrored elevator and felt a hand reach between my legs and grab my balls. In retrospect, I guess I was the victim of a sex-crazed lawyer, or, just a woman who was horny as a toad after a few glasses of wine. I returned the to task of extracting my tonsils from the place deep down my throat where they had been shoved by Leslie's plunging tongue.Luckily, no one else was on the elevator, nor did we pick up any extra passengers on the way to the 10th floor. When the door opened, I fumbled for my keycard and walked-dragged Leslie to my door as she giggled and jumped up on my back. The keycard didn't fail me and Leslie's dress was off over her head and on the counter by the bar before I could kick off my shoes.She had on a white bra and tiny thong panties that glistened against her no-tan lines body. She ditched the bra and panties as she bounded onto the fleatherdown comforter of the king-sized bed, still wearing her open-toed heels. As she fell back on the bed, she raised her legs, spread her thighs and wiggled her red-painted toes through the shoe straps.Now I was laughing as hard as she was and I stripped off my shirt and pants, ripped a very nice shirt when the buttons wouldn't cooperate, and fell down on the bed between her legs as my mouth opened wide and my own tongue found the wet slit of her shaved pussy. Got to go and will finish the story after a meeting.