When it was finally my lunch period, I went back to my locker and retrieved my lunch pail and thermos of lemonade and started for the cafeteria with t...e rest of the herd. On the way, I heard some comments about my style of dress and my workman’s lunch bucket. I began to feel a little out of place until I got to the senior hall.“Hey, look at Farmer Joe with his lunchbox!” shouted one senior with a full beard. To my thirteen year old eyes, he looked to be 25 years old. I just kept walking. . My mind was swirling with thoughts: should I divorce her or forgive her. After so many years together, I couldn't give her up just yet - I still loved her. Our families would be hurt if we broke up. My family had met her and loved her. And her family, living a lot closer to us, had taken me as their son. What should I do? Let me tell you, there was more than a few sleepless nights back then. My decision was made for me when after a couple weeks, I received a panicked phone call on my cell phone. I couldn’t help but begin to roll it around in my hand for a few moments. It had been a few days since I had blown a load, it just so happened to be inside my stepmom’s mouth and I knew nothing would ever compare to that feeling again. Since the encounter, we had lived a very vanilla lifestyle and every day those minutes we spent together became an even more distant memory. I started thinking of her tight pussy, with the trimmed bush of hair that sat just above it, and began to stroke myself. I wasnt sure which. I pressed my face into his neck, tasting his salty sweat on my lips. Then, my feet uncrossed and my legs fell back to the side. His kisses found their way back to my neck, then up to my ear. I love you. I love you so much, Kellie. They continued to my lips, tender and undemanding. Loving. I love you, Jack, I mumbled against them. The kisses slowed and he pulled back to look at me. He was sliding out of me, slowly and gently. I watched him with a smile, feeling a bit of.