"Mmmm, definitely," I answered, squeezing her fleshy globes as my lips planted sensual kisses over her soft, wet skin. "Did you enjoy getting fucked o... your boyfriend's bed?" "Oh yes," she exclaimed, reaching back to urge me closer. Her sexy words combined with the feeling of her voluptuous body against mine sent a renewed surge of blood coursing through my dick as it pulsed with each beat of my heart. Leaving one hand to continue groping her large, round breast, my other hand slipped down her. Until recently when her car was broke down and I had to drive her around places she would be very straight laced with me and talk about anything other than sex.It was a few days after that night that things went a little further. I had taken her to a meeting about 30 miles away from where she lived and waited in the car for her until her meeting was finished so I could drive her home again. About an hour or so later she came out of the meeting and we were on our way home when I noticed that her. "Um, Krystal.... & Mr. Mike, as you are here, I've got something rather important to tell you. This weekend went really well with David & he has asked me to move in with him in France." "What?" Krystal stated angrily. "I don't want to go to France to live, mom. I finish my A levels shortly & then I want to go to the University. Anyway all my friends are over here!"You sat back in your armchair in typically sulky teenager pose, pouting at your mother & folded your arms across your chest. "I. .. I ... my Dad ... he’s ... Oh, God...”So I held her until she calmed somewhat. “Lisa, I need to sit...”“Oh! Rob! I’m sorry...” She relaxed her hold and I followed suit.“Don’t be.” I made my way to the nearest seat, a two-place sofa, and she plonked herself beside me.“Rob, I don’t know how to say this...” she sighed, but stiffened and stood abruptly, went to a drawer in her sideboard which I knew contained a tangle of personal documents. Once I’d seen more or less what was in there I hadn’t.