I found this a little comical considering I had been paying the rent by myself for the last six months. I looked around the apartment before my eyes f...ound Bethany who was sobbing in the corner, and realized what needed to be done.I told Bethany to grab her stuff; at this, my mom yelled out that Bethany wasn’t going anywhere. I stared back her with a look of disgust before saying that she was coming with me and we we’re going to go live with dad, like we should have in the first place. My mom. ’ Here is what I propose: ‘For now I am getting a separation agreement. You can live here with our sons. They need a home and a mother, even though you feel you don’t get the attention you want. I am getting an apartment near by so the boys can see me whenever they want, and we can still attend the sporting events together. I will pay a fair child support for the boys, and even an alimony payment so you will be able to survive.’ ‘If either of us decide to divorce, all our marital assets will. Surely now her teacher wouldn't tell on her? As the short, busty youngster walked (or more accurately, waddled) home from the school she was already scheming about being with Mr. Slade again. Her fat, thirteen-year-old pussy throbbed, tender and sore from its initiation by her teacher's sizeable cock but nonetheless hungry for more. Her panties felt soggy and heavy between her plump thighs as some of the man's semen oozed from her first-fucked cunt.Still sprawled on the bed next to his wife,. Then one morning the inevitable happened: he finished his book. I was upstairs in the bathroom doing the laundry when he hollered my name. First thought that came to my head was that he’d injured himself, so I dropped the soap and scuttled out of the bathroom and rushed downstairs. He was waiting for me in his library, like I expected he would be anywhere else, with a look of happiness on his face. ‘I’ve finished the book!’ he cried out at the same time waved his fists in the air with his.