Are you sure you can take care of yourself now? I can come over there to help you, but I would rather that you were home with me, so I could make sure... you were alright." Mother, please don't do this. I am fine. I'm 26 years-old Mother; I can take care of myself, besides; I have lots of friends who can help me just like you could, and they are already here in Taylor. Sylvia brought me home, and I'm getting ready to call a friend to bring me some dinner. I will be fine Mother, please let me be in. But apparently not, because she met with him several times later. I caught her once, she had texted him and forgot to clear her phone afterwards. I picked up the phone accidently thinking it was mine and found the message. And then when I went to that sales conference this past January, I found out she had spent the whole weekend with him. After that I knew it could never work out. Amy just didn't respect me as her husband and wouldn't quit fucking around on me. So I filed for divorce and.... I was expecting a semi-hard cock for me to play with, but my hand soon came in contact with a full, hard and terribly wet penis. I noticed a slight smile on the side of your lips. How long had you been waiting for this? Was it all a game? I jerked you off slowly whilst we were watching this terrible movie on tv. Your girlfriend didn’t even notice. Your cock was heaven. The texture and warmth were better than I had ever imagined. I didn’t expect you to have that much precum, my whole hand was. The ceremony passed in a blur, and we adjourned to the reception - the wedding feast, as Donna had referred to it throughout the planning, emphatic italics firmly in place, as if the gluttony and excess of the celebration would prepare us for the indulgences that would follow. The two of us ate only a little, and drank still less, reluctant to dull our senses before the big event. It had started when we were discussing her wedding dress, back when the event was nothing more than a few sketchy.