.different. She had no morals, whatsoever. Her idea of relationships bore no reasonable resemblance to anyone else's. She was 'a good time girl'. All...the men wanted her...she was popular. But only for sex. No one courted her...just me of course, but I didn't know what she was really like...till it was to late. You were born and I had know idea she was still playing about" he lied "so....yes, probably Ernie is the person who got her pregnant. But...you know....I brought you up, and that's what. My friends were surprised that I bought a tiny house of 500 sq. ft. instead of a traditional 2000 sq. ft. one. But they shouldn't be since unlike my friends I have no mortgage or car payment. The freedom to invest or travel or to do whatever I want to do with my income came about as a result of choosing to live below my means. Everyone in my subdivision has made the same lifestyle choice. Our entire subdivision lives in a tiny house - it is like a movement here. The houses in our area are like. Written on my belly are the words mommy's fuck toy. I slide my cock out of the side of my panties and into mommy's hot wet fuck hole. Mommy coos and moans she love me and says so as she slips two of my fingers into her ass and puts one up mine. She whisper make love to your fuck whore mommy so mommy can make a messy....to be cont.Mommy is moaning fuck me baby fuck your mommy I can feel her wet fuck hole spasm on my big hard dick I sucking on her tit her milk taste so good I have a mouthful of. She felt her heart would split into a million pieces if she faced that kind of sadness and betrayal again. That had been three years ago and she had firmly stuck to her decision. Until now. There was something entirely different about Michael and even though her protective inner voice warned her to be cautious, she knew deep in her heart she had to take a chance on him or she would end up regretting it. Still clinging to his hand, she turns off the lights and locks the door, her mind still.