He was going to go off to some far off tech smart school and she would be lucky to get into a damn community college, if she could even afford that. S...e was still incredibly in love with him, and in a night of weakness, she slept with him again. She knew he was dr*nk and she pretended to be too, and lied when she faced the sober him the following morning. She couldn't help herself. He dressed as Zorro, and there was something about the mask and cape and the way he looked at her in her Wonder. The sounds went down, they must have finished. I got ready and went downstairs for breakfast, not saying anything. That day I went to work, fixated about what I Heard this morning, my pussy was wet all day. That night I came home. My son was no where to be seen. I creeped upstairs and could hear him fucking another girl. I was so proud of my son. The door was open a crack and I could see in. He was fucking her so hard, his cock so thick and his bush was so cute. She was having a hard time. I’ve got work to do.’ He grabbed his gear, locked the door and stepped out to the road. Looking both ways, he reached out his arm and hailed a cab. After a few side trips for supplies, he gradually made his way to DarkWalk Investigations. Ten blocks away a pair of battered cowboy boots shuffled down the steps of the bus. Devon Walker dropped down to the sidewalk of the bus station with a pronounced thud and drew down the brim of his hat, glancing casually around he smirked. ‘Why in the hell. This manor was built of mortar and stone, and possessed a quiet elegance that I found instantly appealing. Climbing ivy clung to every corner of the two story dwelling and served to warm and color what would have otherwise been a very grey exterior.The Irish winter night was gripping, and the cozy house seemed to beckon silently.Devnikolus strolled down the little path ahead of me, and my disobedient legs struggled to keep pace with his long strides.With a way of his hand, the oak door swung.