He is required to be supervised 24/7 and to only leave home for therapy so he never goes anywhere. Turns out he didn't need to leave the house because...apparently my ex husband has been living with his closet for 5 months. I had a rough night one time and was coming down the hall, boys door was cracked and I couldn't believe what I saw as I peeked in. The boy was on all fours and right behind him was my ex. He had the boy cock pulled underneath making it lay in his butt crack while he was going. Everything she said was fine, brilliant even. She spoke about how it was time for a change, about how a close examination of the record of the current administration would reveal that they had done very little to benefit the average student, and about how the changes they had managed to effect had been cosmetic, or had only affected a small group of students, like those who drove fancy sports cars to school.But it sucked. I mean, my God, she'd been practicing — along with Gordon and Julie — for. Or when she fucked her first boy in the back seat of his car 14 and him 18 She was a little slut before she met me 13 years ago she fucked 15 (most multiple times)guys in high school and college. Her name was on the bathroom wall in university. She's never had any serious boyfriends before me except a 1 short lived in highschool.I love hearing about how many times he blew his load in her mouth, or how her only other boyfriend gave her her first titty fuck and blew his load between her tits and. I guess this wasn’t a lie since I really hadn’t slept much the night before! Once home, I dropped everything, grabbed a shower, put on my boy shorts and tank and hopped into bed. This day was finally done at 1000pm and I was ready to sleep solidly. By 1100pm it became painfully obvious that my tossing and turning wasn’t going to end anytime soon. My anxiety was at its peak with my head and heart feeling like they were going to explode. Crawling out of bed, I threw on a hoodie, slid my feet into.