She still lay there and watched as I began to pack my clothes."Where are you going?" she asked."I'm leaving you. I'll see a lawyer tomorrow and get hi...m started on the divorce. We can just go for irreconcilable differences, make a 50/50 split on the assets and it'll be all over."When I finished packing I turned to her and said, "Goodbye Anne. I hope you realize soon that you're sick and need help. Please see a councelor." I'll be back to pick up the rest of my stuff this weekend."She was still. People whose marriage has already collapsed often start screwing around before they admit the fact to themselves. Lena's marriage had for all practical purposes been dead for many years, she just didn't know it. Early on I had assumed that Lena tolerated Bod's absences because she enjoyed the lifestyle his World Bank income allowed them to enjoy: the big house, the antique furniture, the luxury cars. Appearances can be deceptive, Lena came from money and the house belonged to her mother who. Several minutes ofjogging had taken the edge off the burn in her lungs and legs even asshe emerged from two low buildings and began to cross a street. Ahundred yards to her right, a man was running in her direction whichimmediately drew her attention. She stopped for the briefest of instantsas recognition set in.?MERDE!!!? (SHIT!!!) The single exasperated word escaped her lips, asshe turned and broke back into a northward sprint, knowing all too wellthat despite everything, including her. But, he stopped he pulled his cock out.Shining with my saliva his cock seemed to have grown even longer and thicker. I moved over my father’s body and kissed his lips. Pressing my cock against his made it get harder again. He squeezed my ass.He then got up and moved towards the end of the bed. I watched with desire and confusion. “Move over here.” He said as he stopped at the side of the bed. I did as he told me. “Turn around.” I turned around. My ass facing him. My heart started to pound.