Growing up in a broken home made me who i am. most kids cant honestly say that they've not only survived custody battles that dragged on for 7 years, ...was just finished last summer), but also abuse, rape and cancer. When the divorce first started, we were sent to live with our mom since our dad abused me, and only me. I have a huge heart, which is my down fall. I am optomistic in a world of hate. and i smile when tears stream down my face.I have what you would call ugly duckling syndrome.. I’m frozen. I’m afraid to move and I’m afraid to say anything. I’m thinking this must be a trick, some kind of ‘Test’ or something. You know, to find out just how much therapy I’ll really need.She turns her attention back to the TV briefly. The “Mom” is stroking her son’s dick faster now. “Tell me when you’re gonna cum Honey…” She says to her son. “…You can cum in my mouth so there’s no mess.” She smiles up at her son. “Wow! Look at that…” Mom says; still no shortage of sarcasm. I still feel. And she did.When my eyes finally met hers and I came back to my senses, she had a weird look on her face. I realized she was still standing, in the same way, offering me roti like she was 1 min ago. I gave her plenty of time to notice me staring. She stopped offering me the roti and walked back. I was now shivering with fear thinking that what kind of a creep she would think I am. She would be cautious around me and now my whole stay is fucked up.I went back to bed but I was still hard and felt. “Nonsense Scott, you can sit and join us for the rest of the game,” Karen motioned with her right hand.“Here Scott, you can come and sit beside me in Brad’s seat. He isn’t using it,” Vicky offered. While Scott was talking to Karen and Dan, he continually glanced down the row of beautifully crossed legs to Vicky. His fleeting glances didn’t go unnoticed by her. Vicky moved to her empty seat on her left, allowing Scott to sit on Brad’s.“Dad, Brad and I are going back to the upper bowl until the.