She knew of her mother’s cheating for years. Damn it, she could have warned me. Only if she was not so taken in by her mother. But when did she find... out? When she was in college? or high school? or when? Cathy’s relationship to me was damaged by this all, but something in my mind told me that I needed to find out from her directly. So even before the shower, I had made up my mind to seek her out. Even if it was just to confirm the worst. Four days after the shower, I called her up. She had a. He was my weak spot, my curse.This time was no different than the others. He simply texted me "15 minutes whore". I know what that meant. He would be here in 15 minutes and fuck me senseless. He didn't care what I am doing, what my plan is. He simply didn't care any of these details. He just wanted and he sure would get. Like I said, this time, was no different. The second I read the message, my pussy started to getting wet. It needed him. It needed his cock. I needed him. I needed his cock.. And very sweet. I love her. She always stops and talks with us and brings me flowers or things they find on the way. Oh My!’ James said, ‘What dear, what is wrong?’ ‘Nothing is wrong, this boy is in love with ‘Cinda.’ ‘What?’ ‘I can tell, am I right?’ Pat said, ‘I don’t really know, I never felt this way before. I know that she has been on my mind ever since I met her.’ James smiled at him, ‘How old are you young man?’ ‘I’m twenty one, Sir.’ Mrs. Murphy grinned, ‘That’s about right, ‘Cinda just. She’s embarrassed to see it’s as bad as she feared. Her aroused pussy has swollen to press tight against the fabric of her pants, the chubby lips threatening to spill of the sides. Even worse, her juices have completely soaked through. She tries to read his face as her stares at her sopping, desperate cunt but he just smiles and pulls her trousers all the way off. Trying to distract him, she reaches round and undoes her bra, dropping it off the side of the bed. The incredible physical relief.