You take care of your father and be a good girl, Melody,” my mother said as she stood in the doorway of our house, her the tight, gold necklace glinting about her throat. She always wore it. The thin chain kept the heart-shaped locket pressed to the hollow of her throat. Her braid of brown hair fell off her right shoulder and down the front of her conservative dress. My mom always wore the most conservative dress. She was such a fifties housewife, staying at home, keeping everything clean, being subservient to dad.
My wife and I divorced after I discovered she was having an affair. Unfortunately, due to my struggle as a freelance writer, and her success as a former model, she won custody over our two daughters. During that time, I got bi-weekend visitation rights. This lasted for two years, when our girls Fiona and Mati were sixteen and seventeen at the time, respectively. Now they are eighteen and nineteen, free to emancipate themselves from my wife and live with me if they chose. Due to my continuing career struggle, I advised against this, for their wellbeing. So, Mati stayed with Fiona and their mother, and her new partner, indefinitely
Sam was on his way round to pick up Lucy for there 3rd date. The two before had been a lot of fun but left Lucy wondering, by now most men had already been deep inside her and had there slink over her tits. Lucy was a loose slut and liked to be the one telling them what to do, but Sam was different she didn’t have that control and it was exciting her in a very different way then ever before.
Sam walked up to the door and only just taped the door as she swung it open, she had been waiting for him, she was ready hours ago with anticipation. This hadn’t help her loose cunt as it was so wet and had now made her French knickers wet front to back.