You look amazing”. I complemented her beauty.“Thank you my dear. I really lost about 45 pounds. I finally had the reason to do it”. She said wit... a big smile.“I know; your husband must be very happy”. I guessed. “Oh honey, please do not remind me. We are divorced, a year ago already. She was not at all sad which sounded very weird to me.“Oh, I am sorry to hear that”. It just spilled out of my lips.“Please don’t be. He was such an ass hole bastard”. She laughed out loud and I could not resist. But I’ll win no later than my 18th birthday. You know what will happen then, right? I’ll find my own life that doesn’t include her. Don’t consider this a threat because it’s not. It’s reality. I don’t fight most of her arbitrary decisions. I smile sweetly and let her have her way--the same way you do--because it mostly doesn’t matter to me. But if she tries to keep me from seeing Brock--or any other person I might want to--she’ll find out how little control over me she really has.”Sam glanced. I heard her say come in. I saw her nude on the bed. I walked to the bed. She told me to fix the problem that I started that morning. I dropped my tool belt and drove my tongue inside her pussy again. She soaked my face with her juices as I started finger fucking her pussy. I felt her grip the sheets as she flooded my mouth with her juices from her orgasm. I started unbuttoning my shirt. She sat up and grabbed my belt. She worked on my pants and belt. I heard a gasp as my pants and boxers. "When Saturday arrived I had a delivery and four guys show up with boxes and tape and a 'can-do' attitude. By the time the afternoon arrived everything I had in my kitchen was packed away in boxes except for two pots and a full set of dishes and flatware. It is amazing how quickly things can get done when people focus on work.Sunday passed. Monday arrived and so did the workers along with a HUGE trash container in the street. My neighbors will have to deal with this for a few days and hopefully.