Cum arced high into the air and splattered back to my chest and stomach. My ass thrust up and down, as I imagined fucking into a gorgeous pussy. My ey...s still closed, my hand still tightly holding onto my softening cock, my juices running all over my chest, stomach and hand. My head stopped spinning and I became aware of my own fluids soaking into my skin. So I released my prick and started rubbing them all in. I opened my eyes and my heart jumped into my throat. My mother was standing at my. Meg refused to name the father of her son but it was widely speculated that William Balfour’s brother had knocked her up. Meg did nothing to dispel the rumour that Peter’s uncle was the father of her child. Reggie Balfour lived in Houston and had only ever visited the farm once, looking for his missing brother. He had left after staying only two days, uncomfortable with what he had found, his menacing nephew ensuring that he did not feel welcome.Rosa thought it suspicious. If the rumours were. That's partly out of politeness, but mainly because you want him to hear your bare, summer legs whispering together as you cross them.Stockings are good for that, but bare skin is better.You thought hard about shoes as you dressed earlier. You chose the strappy, high heels because they gave your calves a really good shape. That's what you told yourself.Anyhow, men never notice shoes unless you wear them in bed. Then they notice. You worried about your skirt as well. It was a perfect match with. "I want a divorce and I want custody. If you don't give it to me without a fight I promise you will pay...this can be easy or it can be hard. Don't test me. I'm in control of this not you! Do what I want and this will be easy and you can still see her...Fight me and you will regret it." He says this to my face standing over me.I've lost all my power. All my strength to fight. He's right. He has alot on me. My job doesn't pay half his. And my preion drug abuse....its been going on for years. He.