The fights often became physical, no doubt fueled by my fathers alcohol abuse and my mother’s addiction problems. They finally broke up when I was f...ur years of age. It would be the first time I could recall that I was able to get a peaceful nights sleep. When my parents broke up my mom was six months pregnant. I was sent to live with my father by a quick judge’s ruling because of my mother’s addiction problems. It was ruled that she was not the best choice of a parent for me to live with. Once. “Fancy the pub and hitting yours after?” it read. 2 minutes later I receive a text back from Sarah. I thought to myself what the fuck she’s sending me a text message randomly. I was semi shocked by her response “People might talk” she said. My heart started pounding. Just the mere thought that she was into this got me so hard.“Oh whoops, then just your house then?” I replied hoping she’d get the hint that I am actually wanting to fuck her. As every time I got there I have at least 4 cups of tea. But, then, do we ever know anyone well enough to be sure of that or anything else. Obviously not.My mother wasn't what you'd call beautiful or even very sexy, but she was my mother and I loved her. I began to realize that perhaps my father wasn't regularly doing Mom when I was rifling through their chest of drawers one time and I came across a box of condoms there. So, I figured since there were rubbers, that meant that Daddy and Mommy used them whenever they'd fuck. When I went through their. Her parents were showing some prospective buyers around the old house of her grandparents, who had both deteriorated rapidly in the previous two months. "Hi Nan," Paula muttered and sat down in an adjacent chair before accepting the offer of a cup of tea.Her grandmother took a few moments to focus on Paula and Emily, sitting next to her, but Paula steered the conversation towards subjects her grandmother could understand and then played a game of chess with her while Emily looked on.Emily.