I could hear the shower running, but I couldn’t see the shower itself. After several minutes the shower turned off and suddenly Mrs. Dixon walked r...ght in front of me. Even though she had a towel wrapped around her body and I’ve seen more of her body when she wore shorts and a tank top, my cock became hard instantly. Finally she removed the towel from her body and used it to wrap her hair showing me her entire body. Mrs. Dixon was facing away from me, looking into the mirror, which gave me. She sank into the porch swing, her shoulders shaking as she started to sob quietly. Bud sat next to her, his voice tight."Why would you do this? I wanted you to be special, not spreading your legs like some whore. I'm so mad. It's like my head is going to explode."Kelly didn't look up. Her voice muffled from her hands. "I'm pregnant."Her answer stunned Bud to silence. He dropped the pictures onto the floor, where they laid ignored between his feet. "My God. I'm so sorry." I never thought it. "the little cunt doesn't seem to get it yet." it was true, Cindy was quickly regaining consciousness. So I grabbed both of her ankles before she could start kicking them too wildly and tucked one under each arm, leaving her without a leg to stand on, Literally. "Why are you doing this to me? I don't get it. I don't deserve this. What good does this do?" Cindy began crying and babbling as she realised what was going on around her. "Shut up you little cunt, You're a piece of shit, you're. By the time Paul was eight months old, Angel as I called her, had decided she was no longer happy with staying at home playing mother. She put the children in day care and went out and got herself a job as an estate agent. Within six months she had taken up with her boss and walked out on us. The whole thing had affected me badly. I loved Angel and still do. But neither the children nor I have seen or heard of her since the divorce was final. I have reason to believe she could be living in.