And after him I met one loser after another ... I did my best to raise my little boy well, but he spent more time with my mother than he spent with me...... Then a couple of years ago I thought I had met Mr Right ... There was only two problems with him ... One, he was an American and he didn’t want to live in England ... Two, he wanted a wife, not a wife and child ... I think I made the worst decision a woman can ever make ... I left my little boy with my mum and I went off to live with him in. I walked into the living roo, to see set out on the floor, was my favourite pizzia, my favourite beer and my favourite movie, and then the best of it, dave, sitting against the couch ready to play the best film ever, Batman, he even got my favourite one, with poison ivy. its the summer holidays, mum and dad are away for a couple of weeks, so i got all your fav stuff. he smiled, but i was shocked to hear that mum and dad were away but i was also happy. Dave patted the side of him indicating. If you'd like to see more, I have several additional chaptersavailable, please come check me out at razmagurk.deviantart.com orpatreon.com/razmagurkWarning: this chapter is rated a swap-happy R and includes (amongstother things), boobs, shoe shopping, sibling rivalry, parental swaps,boy bands, fashion, emotional maturity, emotional immaturity, hairswaps, high heels, higher heels, snooty fashionista bullies gettingtheir comeuppance, random chaos, and a pair of crazy mixed up kidstrying to do. "My brother tells me you have expectations," she said to me."I have hopes," I replied. "Your sex scores tell me a vast majority will be satisfied." Over and over again."I tilted my head in affirmation."He told me if I meet some of the other expectations, it would give you more options with a pair of girls you want," she said.I looked at the concubines. "The older Jessa sister has not pushed as much as I wished. She cares more for her little sister than anything else." It's not a good idea to.