I was thrilled when I saw the huge stain on the bed in the morning all over Fiona’s side of the bed. With all the fluid that oozed out of Betty during the three times she f****d me added with all the c*m that oozed out afterward, there was a huge crusty stain about the size of a basketball all over the sheets. Betty had kissed me tenderly before she got up to go to work that Saturday morning. She made me promise that we would see each other again soon.
I was just finished with my small breakfast of toaster waffles when the phone in the kitchen rang. “I think I know who your father has been banging,” Mom’s voice announced when I answered the call. I grimaced as I understood how painful this must be for my mother. “I know exactly who he is f*****g, Mom,” I told her before she could continue
