If her mother was reasonable, it WAS customary for the mother to retain custody, especially when a daughter is involved. Lola was just short of thirte...n when the divorce became final. The bitterness that most divorces experience was not a factor here, and Lola got to see her father often.But Lola knew that she was a burden to her mother who began "playing the field" with a succession of men, men who were not always discreet around Lola. Some of them even eyed her like she was a piece of. After a while, here comes Emily in a terrycloth robe, and she's smiling up a storm, heading for the bathroom, so I guess whatever was going on with the two of them, they weren't fighting about it. At least, not any more.But, jeez! Something had gone wrong!When Emily came out again she was wearing a little shorts outfit, which I figured was what she was going to wear to the game. She was cuter'n anything. Her bad leg was almost normal, the part up above the knee, there, and it was only the. "Every once in awhile, there's a good story that you need to walk away from," Frank said quietly to Tejal. "This is one of those stories, I think. Walk away." Walk where?" Tejal snapped at Frank. "To a bar, with you? Or maybe back to your place? Bet you'd like that. Well, I don't think so. There's a good story here. A great one. And I'll be damned if I let anyone else scoop me on it." She gave her editor an icy look. "And if you come back here later to try and interview him yourself –"Frank. She could not remember when he had been so hard, so hot. She reached between her thighs and clutched at his swinging balls as he fucked into her pussy, cooing softly."Fuck that pussy, darling!" she urged in a tight, hot voice. "Fuck that hot cunt, Rob! Ohhhh, your cock is so fucking hard! Ram it to me! Ohhhh, darling, darling! Fuck me, Rob! I love it, love it! Ahhhh, such a hard, sweet cock... up my cunt, fucking me! Fuck me hard and fast, darling! Fuck that cunt faster... harder!" Uh... uh!".