There are a lot of legal hoops to go through when a widowed person with children remarries and it would take some work to get everything in order.Sara... the wife, saw us out. "Congratulations once more, and good luck to you!" She meant with picking up my children the following day and weathering the storm of their reactions. "Anna will be deadly jealous, you know!" Anna is their 15 year old daughter. I was shocked. "Oh, she's been planning to score you as soon as she turned 18 herself," Sara. The woman, whose name he couldn’t recall right then, was lying on her side with her incredible ass toward him. He looked at the clock on the stand next to the bed. It was five a.m. He had plenty of time for one last roll in the hay before he had to get going so he wouldn’t be late for work. He slid closer to the woman and felt his cock begin to slide between her ass cheeks. Electricity shot through him. ‘I gotta fuck her one more time!’ he thought, ‘Damn, if she’s as hot this morning as she was. As soon as he finished calling her out he grabs her wrists tighter and spins her on the couch. Now belly down and ass bouncing in front of him he pushes the head of his throbbing cock between her wet lips and shoves his dry bone deep inside her.She lets out a little howl as he buries his cock so deep he hits her cervix. She begins to flood his cock as the juices run down his thighs between them. As he pumps into her he slaps her ass cheeks hard enough to leave bright red handprints on both. I came to Canada with my degree in Criminal Justice from a Boston-area college. Along with my published novels. To start a new life. I walked away from my old life in the great city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Some aspects of it I miss, some I don’t. 　 　 What do I miss about Brockton? I miss my friends, like John Dinga a fifty-something wise man from Cameroon who’s been my mentor and father figure for the better part of a decade. He’s really cool. Welcomed me into his life when I didn’t have.