.. yes, the alien boy in my son's class: Piotr. His surname is Yakovlev."Aaron appeared to be surprised and delighted."You know my son Piotr? What a s...all world! I m so proud of Piotr. He is a clever boy, doing well in school. I hope your son is also doing well in his studies? What is his name?"Hubert was taken aback at this revelation, and was a trifle flustered."My boy in Piotr's class is Graham. I think he is doing well. I haven't asked him recently." Hubert! It is essential to ask your boy. I spoke to Jessica the next day from the hotel room I was renting and told her I wanted a divorce. She understood, and had been wanting to ask for the one for the past two years, but she could never find the words till now. The divorce then began an ugly mess, when she told me what she wanted. At the time she had no job or a damn thing in her name, and she wanted half of everything I had. I told Jessica to go to hell. The divorce lawyer I hired cost me an arm and leg, but I won the divorce.. By Saturday night I am hornier than an Orangutan in heat. Even with Nicci taking care of my daily needs, sometimes twice, the anticipation of what is about to happen keeps me tighter than a drum. Many times Nicci's lust for cum has her on her knees before we go to school. Sometimes when I am shaving she just walks in and gives me a blowjob. I am one lucky person, and to think all we did was to fight before. Saturday evening seem to take forever to come. All day long as much as I tried to do. She was wearing a long t shirt and slippers, hair in a bun. She was in the middle of getting ready.She showed me the dryer. The dryer vent had also come loose. I had just fixed the switch, while she stretched over the machine to show me the vent. I was in shock. She had exposed herself completely. She was so nervous about the dryer. She wrangled the back of it. Her ass was jiggling, she was 10 lbs. overweight, shorter than tall, brunette with pale skin. She propped up on one foot exposing her.