The playoffs would be a different story — or at least we hoped for more competition than we'd seen so far — but we couldn't help but believe our s...cond consecutive state title was within reach.The fight with Suzette about her mother came a few days before our first playoff game. When we took the field that Friday night, she still wasn't speaking to me. I didn't know if we'd broken up or were just in a fight. I hadn't had a lot of time to consider the possibilities but I knew I missed having her. I've been camping one, maybe two times since you left. It's just not the same without you to pick on me around the fire. We haven't been out on the four wheeler either, I kinda miss my skinny little passenger. I haven't been out fourwheeling either, that was supposed to be "our day" we had planned, that never happened. The last three years, I've more or less kind of existed. Sure, I've tried to move on, find a new relationship, but, something always falls apart, or gets in the way. Distance,. Well about three months later she got out of the house again and came home drunk and abused. This time the hospital and the police were less concerned. Again we were advised to keep a closer eye on her.About four months later she got out again and this time we just dumped her into her bed and didn’t bother with the hospital or the police. We obviously had a problem with our daughter.No mater how close we watched her she managed to get out again the night before she turned fourteen. We were. Then I could feel his hot cum flood my pussy as he squirted it deep inside me. I was lost in passion and I just closed my eyes and thrust my pelvis into his.I was still very close to cumming, when he started to slow down and he whispered some things in my ear that I didn't quite hear as he finally stopped. He kissed me and smiled as he pulled his cock out. God I felt so empty as I felt his cum seeping out of my pussy.He got up and pulled his pants up. I was still lying in the straw. I sat up a.