As John sat, contemplating the bleakness of his future, the sorrow that had enveloped him slowly began to be replaced by an icy calm that cleared his ...ind. He felt a coldness creep into his soul, a bitterness at his wife's betrayal. No more tears, no more feeling sorry for himself; it was now time for him to take some action. The anguish that had etched deep lines in his face faded to be replaced with a grim determination. The boy who had once roamed the mean streets of the city had taken. With her hormonal development, Moira got, if that was possible, more rebellious when at home, sometimes unkempt, careless of her clothes, sometimes leaving her lingerie on the floor instead of the hamper when she bathed, or worse when she changed her underwear directly without bathing. What she didn't fail in was her studies; she was always in the top ten of her generation.So in between fights with her parents and periods of indifference where she generally didn't even greet them, she ended her. Before helping her to her feet, Marla gives the tip of my cock a kiss.“I need your cock inside my pussy, Brad.”“Kneel on the leather chair and put your hands on the back, Marla,” I say to her as I drop my trousers.Marla gets in place and I come up behind her, grabbing the hem of her skirt. Pulling the skirt up to her waist, I lean down and lick up her slit. Reaching her pearl, I swirl the tip of my tongue around as I slip a finger between her pink lips.“Oh Brad, please, no more teasing. I need. Her only aim was to see me happy. Days passed by and in the month of April, 2009, when I couldn’t hold on any more, I confessed to have feelings for her, though i also admitted that we wouldn’t be together as after my break-up i had promised my parents i would not fall into the love well again. She was more than happy to my confession and she said that it was the best day of her life.Following day I had invited all my friends home for a party which started early during the afternoon and went on.