Her name was Teresa, a pretty redhead with long legs and a really nice ass. Her husband, Albert or ‘Big Al’ as the neighbors called him, was a rea... nice guy, and pleasant to look at. He stood around six foot one, had wavy jet-black hair and a nice build. As soon as Al complimented me on my looks, Teresa was all over him and acting as though I were a danger to their happy little marriage. I would soon find out why Teresa was such a bitch. The walls to this duplex were pretty thin as I could. I usually play in evenings and one day during my third year I had to pee urgently. I ran behind a tree in a secluded spot near the play ground started to pee. I was halfway through and I got startled to see Jothi walking down the path to labs from near the play ground. Our eyes met for a moment and she started laughing seeing I got piss on my legs and shoes when trying cover up. I was totally embarrassed by the incident.Couple of days later and I was in the library going through some books when. ...in the back''she thought not thinking straight''my son his getting fuck every day by that guy? after school....''she became dizzy and had to sitthat night dinner was ordered and she left needing to go out and see her friends for a birthday leaving her son alone, just afraid the older guy was abusing him....but yet again, the soft kissed she witnessed after he drop him from school yesterday was telling her something elseher son was quick to take opportunity of her mum night outgetting in her. I told you, I don’t do relationships. Personal attachments just aren’t worth the time and emotional effort needed to sustain them.’ I lost my train of thought momentarily as the waist of his pants headed south. Oh, my. He may have been angry with me, but certain portions of his anatomy were certainly happy to see me. I gulped for air and tried again. ‘Besides, one night of great sex doesn’t give you the right to…’ He stepped out of his jeans and placed his knee on the edge of my bed, just.