Hell, I would never be caught dead with my cock inside a woman, let alone letting my mom to witness such humiliating act. Kids were running on the lawn chasing one another with hand pistol. XXX God, this woman needed a therapist. “How the hell would I know?” I lied. Apparently, some divorced women had a lot of resentment in them and I was not a particular fan in listening to those resentment all the time while I ate. With that said, he was a sore loser too. “Uhm…” I stammered, not entirely sure if I should tell her that I was already meeting Charlotte tomorrow. My body began to move on its own. “I really needed that.”
Suddenly, I felt the urge to ask why she went through a divorce. Bro, rockin the party? On the third rang, a distantly familiar voice came through.
