He went off with another woman, someone he worked with. So it was just me and my teenage son at home. It took me quite a while to cotton on what my so... was up to. It was when I noticed a pattern developing. You see, several times a week I would have a wash in our kitchen, which is downstairs. We are short of money so I only heat certain rooms in the winter, and we heat our water using an immersion heater, so I ration baths, usually only two per week for each of us. My son knows not to come into. That’s how your mind works. I can only see holes and crumbled walls. Then I go and read all the information signs and I feel like I may as well have read a book.”“Fair point. You are a very dull, limited man. I could tell by the way you skydived into the Oscars. Hey, look, free newspapers! Do you want to sit with your back to them? You wouldn’t want to be aware of any world events or who’s in charge of what nowadays, after all.”“Yeah, okay, I get it,” I giggled. “Life is just better if you. Eventually, after several minutes, with the combination of my pre-cum, more spit and more of her juices, I was in her ass up to my balls. Sarah directed me to go slow at first. “That feels so fucking good.” she whispered and moaned with a broad smile on her face. “Slow fuck my ass.” I did. Fucking her ass on the stairs was actually easier than fucking her pussy. The angle I had, with her face down on the stairs, was better for ass fucking. She was tight, and her little muscle at her hole. Fifteen minutes later, though, when neither one of us had said a word to each other and our lunches were turning cold on their trays, I excused myself, and heard her sigh as I got up to leave the table.I got to the mall at four-fifteen, having completely failed to figure out who needed to see me outside of school that badly. Ricky Cratty was a lowlife jerk who was rumored to deal in drugs. If he wanted to see me, I was probably in more trouble than I thought. Rebecca Clemmons was an airheaded.