"I sighed deeply and buried my face in my hands, and rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms. Just do it, I screamed at myself. I looked up. "Umm, ...osh. Your father and I are ... umm ... getting a divorce."He looked up, his eyebrows raised, but looking otherwise unfazed. "Oh yeah? Why? You guys never fight." Well, it has nothing to do with whether or not we get along, or have issues with each other. In fact, it doesn't have anything at all to do with Dad. It's because..." My stomach hitched,. "You crazy BI-I-I-I-I-TCH!"He hit the ground hard – at least as hard as he could from his starting point a few meters above the ground where Annalisa had just teleported him. One arm folded beneath him with an audible crack!"Aw! Fucking bitch!" Jake yelled. "Now we both have a broken arm! What the fuck were you think..." Good God! Shut! Up!" Annalisa cried. "Is that all you can do is make noise? My fucking wing is broken! Shut up and help me!"Jake shut up and looked at Annalisa. She was angry.. " He spent several minutes sucking the tits as people walked by and looked at him.Then he began to rub lotion on her legs which were spread far apart. As he got to the tops of each leg he brushed against her shaved pussy which had very little over it. He then rubbed lotion onto her pussy lips. His finger found her slit and he rubbed lotion up and down the slit. "Rub some lotion inside my cunt hole" she told him. He then lathered two fingers in the lotion and pushed into her cunt. "Yes, my pussy. The car is a most lethal weapon of mass destruction and nothing is being done about this carnage. Sorry, I’m just so angry. He was only 42. I was shocked when I saw Allan’s son at the funeral service. I haven’t seen the boy for at least 4 years. He’s 16 now and is a ringer for his dad. Is it me, or are kids maturing much more quickly these days? I must be getting old. Even policemen look far too young. Paul and I didn’t attend the wake. I couldn’t bear seeing anymore of Allan’s.