But to act innocent, addressing Rani, I said, “What smell you are talking about, aunty?”“Hey! Do I look like ‘aunty’ to you?” Rani said.�...No, not at all.” I cleared, “But you are a friend of mami, so I thought to call you aunty!”“Whenever you have this kind of thought, just remember what you call Sapna when you are alone, dear,” Rani said, putting her hand over my thighs.“Okay, then you tell me what do I call you? Is Mommy fine?” I said. Mami just giggled, listening to my reply.“Oh! You are. It wasn’t my fault, she explained. (WHY do women always say that?) She simply didn’t love me. She hadn’t loved me for a long, long time, now. She wanted out. And, like always, I stepped back a pace and judged my options. Fine. Whatever. Let’s get this over with and get on our lives. I just didn’t care anymore. We didn’t fight. We didn’t even get lawyers. We did it through something called ‘Divorce Mediation.’ She floored me by suggesting that I keep primary custody of little Tina AND the house.. “But Jo is not my dad” said Andrew with less conviction and feeling his nipples becoming hard and a warm sensation on his pee pee. Looking in the boy's eyes she knew she was going to win. “Well Andrew..it's a very private thing. I am not sure I can say it to you. In any case you are still a little 8 years old boy and not sure an adult” She said at the boy making pressure on his little ego. “noooo.. I am not 8 anymore Mrs Morris and I am going to be 10 soon. I am not little. Dad said I am a. I quickly undid the ankle restraints and spread her legs high in the air, resembling a big backwards "V" totally exposing her tight little anus to me. Thankfully I took time to quickly coat my thick cock with jelly and spreading what remained on my fingers over her anus. With one hard thrust my huge head pressed right past her sphincter and the rest of my throbbing cock followed. "OWWWW" goddam that hurts!! it fucking hurts like hell....I wasn't being gentle in any way. After I buried that.