"You are impotent, don't you remember and there's the test from the hospital to prove that!" Bella said in response. Rothschild curled his fist into a ball, holding himself back from slapping the hell out of Bella's cheeks. "You bitch!" He roared at her. "I should have known that this is who you really are. Why didn't I know from the start that your heart is darker than night in itself!""How can you speak to me like that. You know it's true, Rothschild, you know what I'm saying is true. Amelia is a liar and a cheat. She got pregnant for another man and now you think that the child is yours?""Be reasonable for just one time in your life!" Bella added. "The only unreasonable person here is you, because you think that I'm a puppet you have your fingertips, isn't that right, Bella?!" Rothschild shot at her but she kept mute. "Answer me, Bella, did you or did you not doctor those test results?!" Rothschild asked,
Rothschild could not contain his joy when he got a response from Amelia the next morning. Although she had not revealed her location to him yet, the contents of Amelia's message made Rothschild leap for another round of joy. Her due date was around the corner and Amelia had wanted him to know that she was going to have their baby sooner or later. "So I'm finally going to be a father!" Rothschild said with excitement in his tone. "When I thought that this day would never come, finally luck has decided to shine its rays down on me." Rothschild said and continued with his preparations to go to the hospital. The result of the test that had conducted on him was finally ready and he had a good feeling that it was going to turn out to be positive. Rothschild ignored Bella's presence still in his home while he walked past her with happiness—he didn't care about anything else, order
It was raining heavily as Ruth pounded on the door of her best friend's house. The lights of the house weren't on and her best friend's car wasn't in the driveway, but she was so enraged that she didn't care. She was about to give up on the door and just crash through the front window when the light in the sitting room came on and the door opened."What in the hell are you...." Her best friend's dad looked furious until he saw her. His jaw dropped as he looked at her. He was silent for some moment as his eyes glued on her body. Reason which Ruth didn't know and didn't even care to know. "Hey! Ruth, what's going on?""Where is she, Mr. Lesnar?" she asked, her face flushed. "I need to speak with Kelly right now.""She's not in the house" He replied. He looked worried, though he wasn't looking at her. Ruth guess he had reason to be worried but that is not what she came for. That's non of her business. Her business in his house is to find her daughter and tear her flesh into pieces."Wher
She looked down. Sure enough, her blouse was soaked through, and it was clinging to her breast. Her breasts are fairly small, and most days she don't bother wearing a bra, although in hindsight she was wearing a white shirt that day and probably should have had one on. she covered herself quickly, looking up at Mr. Lesnar and blushing furiously as she realised what she had just accused him of. "I'm so sorry," she gasped, incredibly embarrassed. "she... oh God, I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry..." "it's fine," Mr. Lesnar mumbled. "I didn't mean to look, but... well, you're a pretty girl,and ...I..., I'm the one who should be sorry, Ruth." She didn't say anything for a moment. Truth be told, she was actually kind of flattered, now that she knew Mr. Lesnar wasn't a perverted freak. She looked at him as he stared at the ground, his hands covering the bulge in his pants. He was a very handsome man, and as she stared at him, She began to think of a way to get back at both Kelly and her bo
He jumped a bit as she wrapped a hand around him, probably because her hands were freezing. His dick was of average length, but incredibly thick. she flicked her tongue against his tip, licking the underside of his shaft lightly before twirling her tongue around his tip. She heard Mr. Lesnar gasp and she continued to lick his smooth dick, coating him with her saliva until it was glistening. Once it was wet, she took his tip in her mouth and sucked gently. Mr. Lesnar groaned and she slide him in her mouth a bit more. she sucked him a little more, stroking his wet dick with her other hand as she bobbed her head teasingly on him. Each time she moved on his dick, she let it slide a little further in her mouth, until she had as much as she could handle, which she was proud to say was most of it. She glanced up. Mr. Lesnar's hands were resting on the back of her head, and his eyes were squeezed shut. she kept sucking on his dick, raising her other hand to gently rub his balls. The second she
"Please..." she moaned, squirming. "Please Lesnar... you know what I want." "Say it," he demanded. "Tell me what you want me to do." "I... I w-want you to lick me..." "she am licking you, honey. I'm licking your leg." She groaned in frustration, desperate to be touched. "Lick her pussy! Suck my pussy" she gasped. "Please, please..." He flicked his tongue against her wet slit, licking the length of it before he slid his tongue into her pussy. she moaned softly, lifting herself to push his tongue in further. Mr. Lesnar let go of her hands and brought them to her pussy, rubbing her slit before he slide a finger in. At the same time, he flicked his tongue against her clit. she almost went crazy, grinding against his finger as he took her clit in her mouth and began to suck it. She gasped and writhed under him, her hands trailing down to rest against his head and push him closer to me. He thrust his finger in her slowly, ignoring her grinding efforts to make him go faster. After a mo
He looked surprised. "A picture?" he said blankly, before comprehension dawned on him. "Right..." He pulled her off of him and she rolled onto her back as he stood up. Kelly's digital camera was sitting on the desk next to her computer, and after grabbing that, he started digging through the drawers of her night table and dresser. "She's got to have lube around here," he explained as he looked. "She's obviously done... that... before." "Check the bottom drawer," she said, and she was right. Mr. Lesnar pulled out a small tube and crawled back onto the bed. Her leaned over and kissed her. "It'll feel really good after a bit, she promise," he said with his lips against hers. "Okay," she whispered. "Get on your hands and knees," he said. she did, her ass facing him as she turned. she heard him open the tube and she squeezed her eyes shut. He put a hand on her ass, rubbing gently before she felt his other hand against her hole. His finger was cold, but slid against her hole easily. He
He repeated it a few more times, and despite the fact that it hurt when he was all the way in her, she started to enjoy herself. He must have noticed, because he moved one of his hands off her hips and slid it around her again, fingering her clit. She sighed as he fingered her, enjoying the feeling, though she was pretty sure she wouldn't cum from being fucked in the ass. He was braced against her, and she could feel him resting against her back as he started to move against her faster. She wasn't exactly sure that she could handle him moving faster, and she protested slightly, struggling against the hands holding her in place. As she pulled away from him, he rubbed her clit harder, and she couldn't help but moan. His legs were resting on the outside of hers, and with a grunt, he lifted himself slightly, and pushed me down further on the bed. Her knees gave out and she collapsed onto her stomach, Mr. Lesnar's hand underneath her. He kept rubbing her clit, his fingers moving faster as
Rothschild could not contain his joy when he got a response from Amelia the next morning. Although she had not revealed her location to him yet, the contents of Amelia's message made Rothschild leap for another round of joy. Her due date was around the corner and Amelia had wanted him to know that she was going to have their baby sooner or later. "So I'm finally going to be a father!" Rothschild said with excitement in his tone. "When I thought that this day would never come, finally luck has decided to shine its rays down on me." Rothschild said and continued with his preparations to go to the hospital. The result of the test that had conducted on him was finally ready and he had a good feeling that it was going to turn out to be positive. Rothschild ignored Bella's presence still in his home while he walked past her with happiness—he didn't care about anything else, order
"You are impotent, don't you remember and there's the test from the hospital to prove that!" Bella said in response. Rothschild curled his fist into a ball, holding himself back from slapping the hell out of Bella's cheeks. "You bitch!" He roared at her. "I should have known that this is who you really are. Why didn't I know from the start that your heart is darker than night in itself!""How can you speak to me like that. You know it's true, Rothschild, you know what I'm saying is true. Amelia is a liar and a cheat. She got pregnant for another man and now you think that the child is yours?""Be reasonable for just one time in your life!" Bella added. "The only unreasonable person here is you, because you think that I'm a puppet you have your fingertips, isn't that right, Bella?!" Rothschild shot at her but she kept mute. "Answer me, Bella, did you or did you not doctor those test results?!" Rothschild asked,
"Don't you dare put your fucking hands on me, or else I'm going to beat the crap out of you!" Rothschild yelled out in anger. Bella scotted backward in fear, she had never seen Rothschild this angry before and it scared the life out of her. "You lying scum, I don't even know what to call you. You made me send my pregnant wife away from the house and now, I don't even know where to find her!""She wouldn't take my calls or even reply to my text messages and it's all your fucking fault, you bloody bastard!" Rothschild cursed out at Bella who still wore her mask of ignorance. "What...what are you talking about, Rothschild?!" Bella asked, feigning ignorance as she sat still on the floor. "Don't even get me started on that!" He warned. "I want you to go up there, pack everything that belongs to you and get the hell out of my house, I don't want to ever set my eyes on you again, do you understand that?!" Rothschild said and stormed off. "Rothschild please wait!" Bella tried to stop hi
Bella was in shock for almost an hour after Rothschild had left the house. She wanted to run after Rothschild but she found her foot rooted to the ground. "And what was that I had seen in Rothschild's hand, it can't be what I think it is or can it be that...." "No, no way, it cannot be possible!" Bella said aloud to herself, rushing back into her room to change out of the clothes and put on proper clothes but by the time she went outside, there was no sign of Rothschild anywhere, he had already driven away. "No, no, this can't be!" Bella started to panic. She couldn't see what was right in front of her and that caused her to trip over the stairs while she walked. She remained on the floor motionless but clutching her chest tightly. In as much as Bella wanted to deny that she had seen Rothschild walk out of the room with a test results in his hand, so that it would offer her a flicker of hope that Rothschild was not suspecting a thing, it was obvious that the jig was up and soon
"I think you have something up your sleeves, I don't know what it is, but I don't think you've been honest with me lately." Rothschild poked the air in front of her with his index finger. "What...what are you talking about?!" Bella stuttered with a look of confusion on her face. She could see that something was about to go wrong. "Of course, you know what I'm talking about, and don't you dare pretend!!" Rothschild blurted out. Bella could see the seriousness and the anger on his face. "I swear that I do not know what you're talking about!" Bella said as she stepped back. "Alright then, if you do not know what I'm talking about, maybe you should leave this room!" Rothschild said to her. "But...." "No buts, leave now!!!" Rothschild yelled at the top of his lungs, he was already losing his cool at this point. Bella's jaw hung down loos
"You're...you're back!" Bella called out to Rothschild when she saw him walk in through the front door. "Yes, I am!" He replied grudgingly, hurrying up to his room. "Why are you in a hurry, where are you going?!" Bella asked him with raised eyebrows. "It's none of your business, Bella. I don't have the time for this!" Rothschild replied he didn't bother to hide the irritation in his tone as he spoke. "None of my business?!" Bella angrily threw down the magazine she held in her hands and stood up from the couch, knocking the glass half filled with orange juice as she hurried after Rothschild. "And what is that supposed to mean, Rothschild? I am your wife, and I demand to know where you have been and where you are hurrying off to!" Bella yelled out to him. "Look, I already told you that I do not have the time for this; I have a business to catch up with.." Rothschild stopped and turned to respond to Bella who was glazing at him with eyes red as fire. "That does not
Rothschild stopped the car in front of Amelia's mother's house and got down from it without hesitation. He hoped that Amelia would be there and even if she wasn't, her mother would tell him where Amelia was. But if her mother would refuse to tell him, then he would have to find an alternative means to make her tell him where Amelia was. It had been so long since he last saw his mother in law, he didn't know how she would react to seeing him again and in her house. He was certain that Amelia must have told her about the divorce and him showing his face in her house just because he couldn't find Amelia would be like reopening wounds that were already in their healing processes. Rothschild summoned the courage to walk up to the front porch and knock on the front door. "Hello, is anyone home?!" Rothschild asked as he continued knocking on the door. "Hold on just a minute, I'm coming!" He heard a voice from the inside. Rothschild's heart began to pound faster in his chest the m
"How long had this been here?' he wondered, straightening the crunched-up paper and running his eyes over it. "What the..." He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had to rub his eyes to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating. "How, how could this be!" He let out subconsciously. "Amelia was pregnant? That's not possible!" He blurted out, letting the paper fall from his grasp. His eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets darted across the room, looking for something he couldn't quite place his finger on. "This...this has to be a joke!" Rothschild said, reaching for the paper again and reading it for the umpteenth time since he found the paper. For some reason, he lifted the pillow again to see how many more were there, but there was nothing else. "How is this paper here, was it kept deliberately so he could see it, and how did she know that he was going to come in here and see it?" Different thoughts kept running concurrently through his head, but he cou
One day, Rothschild was searching through the wardrobe when he saw, Amelia's favorite dress. He look it and the sweet smell of Amelia covered his nose. Her scent clogged Rothschild's nostrils And he could not help but relive the memories of Amelia. For some reason unknown to him, he had chosen to stay in this room among all the other rooms in the house just because he wanted to get as far away from Bella as possible. Staying in this room was a choice he never intended. The night he got back from the doctor's office, He left Bella to sleep on their matrimonial bed while he sought another room where he could cry himself to sleep; he didn't want Bella to hear while he was crying, so she wouldn't bother herself about him. So he had quietly gotten up while she was asleep and made his way out. He found his legs beginning to buckle under him as he walked, and as a result, he barged into the room close to him and rushed toward the bed. Only did he realize the next morning that he