But—”“Had problems, past tense, champ,” Emily interrupted. “I realize this seems sudden for you, but you two haven’t actually really been ...ogether in... months? And, I’m not blaming you! She’s gotten weird as hell. But, really. It’s over, between you.”“Did she send you here to tell me that?”Emily looked agitated. “Fuck. No, she didn’t. She’s caught up in her own little oppressed feminist reality where you’re the bad guy, and I know most of it, fuck maybe all of that is bullshit. The things she. "Yeah, I know all that, so what really happened?" I asked."Truth is I'm still working on that. Gypsy's husband lost his job three months before the shooting. They went from struggling to make it one day, to almost total poverty the next. They were still on public assistance of one kind or another when all this happened, but they weren't really in poverty after that first month." Something to do with the loud lifestyle?" I asked."Gypsy ain't talking, but we found someone who wanted to volunteer. Her gown rose around her waist as she sat directly on top of my hard cock. My wife looked up and gave us one of those disgusted looks and went back to reading her paper. " A little old for lap sitting aren't you?" she half asked. " Nope ," my daughter repled, "never too old to sit on my Daddy's lap." My wife shook her head and buried herself deper in to the finance section. Angilee rested the back of her head against my chest as she sat there. "Wanna go see a movie today Daddy?' she asked. Being the fit lady she was, the thong had struggled getting up her fit butts. She then slowly clipped her matching black bra and strapped it on her shoulder. On the process the cupped her semi-saggy mature tits and shuffle them into the bra cup. She then put on this thin white sleeveless dress with flowers painted on them. The dress was rather short exposing half of her thighs. She looked so wonderful and at this stage I had fallen so deep for Marise.When we got to the restaurant there was a.