Something that wasn't my fault, just a real divorce in real life, a hateful relationship between my mother and my Dad, all these years.Just because my...Dad was the macho type and my Mother a woman that truly believed on the equality of rights between men and women.Sounds really weird that a chauvinist male married such a woman, but they did and I, Henry James Garcia was their son.Finally after weeks in a San Francisco court they divorced and we went to live in Oakland, Dad went back to his. Main nay un ki safai pichay say ki to woh boli beta to nay meri pith aur gand toh dekh li haina toh ab meri choot mummay bhi dekh lay dar gaya wo mujhay apni aur khinchi main un kay mammay dekh kar heran ho gaya un hone kaha toh bhi kapde utar aaj ek buri maa aur us kaa jawan beta saath hi nahain gay unhone mujhay nanga kar diya mai yon hi sharmaya toh wo boli shama mat main bhi toh nangi hoon phir main nay sharam chor di maa nay kaha tera baap kaa lun to buhat chota wo phir sidhi nichay johki. Daddy has always told me that he was going to give it to me.”“That’s nice, but how much time will that take? Will you have to travel? What about the girls? Who will take care of them?” I was about to continue when Lucy silenced me with another kiss.“I’m now vice president of the company and I barely work twenty hours a week. I won’t have to work more than another ten to fifteen hours. I might have to travel once a month, but it will always be two days or less and I’ll use the company jet.. She moaned out loudly as she felt her nipple being tugged, pain slightly tingeing the pleasure. “C-C-Cunt! I said cunt.” Her legs almost gave way as his thumb rested against her clit firmly. His mouth was now on hers, his tongue dipping in to lap up her saliva mixed with the berry’s juice. “Like talking dirty, do you?” he whispered as his tongue darted along her lower lip. “Looks like I do,” she whispered back shakily. She was now dripping wet, and his fingers hadn’t even entered her. He.