Then he went to his knees in front of the now trembling woman. Slowly his hands slipped under her short dress and up her thighs. Soon his hands could ...be seen massaging the excited woman's ass under her gown. A second later his head disappeared under the dress.Ryan was breathing heavily now. He had the incredible urge to take his penis out but refrained for fear that he could get caught. While he might be able to explain why he was in the bathroom, it would be difficult to justify why he had his. No long haired hippiesin my family. “How many times did you fuck her?” Ed asked, rubbinghis crotch. “Please, Uncle Ed, that’s my business…” Mickanswered, and my hand shot out to slap that prettylittle face of his. He fell to his knees and I stoodover him. “You fucking asswipe. Your uncle Ed asks you aquestion, you answer him! How many times did you fuckthe bitch?” My son hung his head. “Four.” he said in a very quietvoice. He’d. I couldn't bare the thought of it but I had to come to terms with reality.Nothing had ever separated Jacob and I. He'd had a few girlfriends in the past, but it was nothing special. I had a few boyfriends as well but being around other guys wasn't the same as when I was with Jacob. I could always be myself around him without having him think I was strange.Everything changed when Jacob met Leslie though. She seemed to have swept his heart away and it felt as if everyday I spent less time with. He only thought of himself. Anyway, I got out of there bystealing some money from him and escaping onto the fire escape. Then Irun into this chick. Kind of odd, kind of nice. Not a bad person. Shedecides to be nice and asks about why I seemed distressed. I tell her, weend up talking and end up going with her to the psychic. She's all tryingto pretend she's some sort of clairvoyant, medium, fortuneteller Jamaicangypsy whatever. I call her out on her bullshit and she puts a curse onme." A curse?".