Anyhow, I gave Fadheela-Anisah's pussy a thorough licking. I fingered her pussy and had her moaning my name in Arabic and English like there was no to...morrow. I guess I was doing a good job. With women, you just never know. Bitches fake it so damn much. Not that I care. After licking Fadheela-Anisah's hairy pussy, I put on a condom and shoved my dick inside her gentle folds. Hey, pussy licking is all good and fun but I need to stick my cock inside in order to feel good. The Arab slut began. He came in one day and packed a bag and left, not a word why or a reason.We found out three days later when a letter came from his lawyer stating he wanted a divorce and gave a financial settlement.I came home and found my mom sobbing, she had kept it all from me but I eventually got the whole story from her.Our lives changed that day, mom got a job and I left college and got a job in a sawmill, we refused to talk about him just carried on with our lives.Many nights I heard mom crying in her. That was Option One. Option Two was a divorce. There didn’t seem to be any middle ground. The biggest eye opener had been when she was told there was a $2,000 non-refundable retainer. “How does that work?” she had asked.Angela had smiled at this; it was a common question. “Well, everybody knows all about lawyers from TV. No TV lawyer ever asks for money, they always do it from the good of their hearts.” Barbara’s eyes had popped at this, but then she grinned and nodded in understanding.. "Sarah could still remember the day she'd learned she was carrying their first child. She'd raced to Luke's office, unable to wait to share the news. He'd been on the phone, looking stressed when she walked in. He'd motioned for her to have a seat, but she already had her own plans. She'd turned and locked the door, then tossed her overcoat in the chair that he'd suggested she sit in. Now Luke was finally taking an interest, especially when she circled his desk and perched in front of him.