Water soothes my menstrual crack. All Boys are mad about women’s 3 inch long fissure. They don’t pay heed whether it is of their mother or other l...dy. My son is not different. Ogling behind camera to see his mother’s Boor. More he is seeing, more of my bitchy motherhood aroused to show him more. I slightly slide my toe on wet floor to widen my legs. God helped me. Without falling I spread my legs, almost 3 feet.This was eye feast for my son. By 3 minutes filming of my crotch he collected minute. The college has a dress code and this outfit definitely tests that code’s limits. She certainly must have sex on the brain today.He takes his usual seat closest to her desk. After her lecture, she sits down and leans toward the boy. “I left my car parked back at my apartment today and rented another.”“Why, is somebody onto you?” he asks.“I don’t know. I mean, I don’t think so,” she replies. “I’ve got this feeling. I can’t explain it. And I haven’t seen anything unusual, but I’m not taking any. I entered into the house and as she was locking the door I took her from back holding her boobs and kissed her neck. she locked the door and pushed me away and walked into the bedroom. I followed her into the bedroom and she was sitting on her chair…as I went closer to her she said: “you did hurt me a lot that day”. i thought for a second and realised what she was talking and said “I thought it was over..i even apologised for that na babe” to which she said “I was convinced because you said I. ” It’s funny when I think back on it—she’d been secretly planning on setting me up with her best friend, Oliver Griffin. He was a thirty-one year old family and divorce lawyer. As soon as Skylar had shared this information with me, it immediately turned me off. I kept associating the poor guy’s profession with the heart wrenching ordeal I suffered during my divorce. Just the mention of “lawyers” made it harder for me to breathe. Skylar hadn’t known about my failed marriage. I never told her. I.