. Milf sex Just off 112th Street.” She said as if stating an obvious fact. “Look love all I know is that you suddenly get into my car and told me to drive, look I’m nearly home, do you want to come with me or should I take you to a police station?” However, at the word police she seemed to shrink into herself. I opened a drawer and removed a picture, the smiling face of my daughter – Wendy, aged 4, wearing a yellow dress and being held by ‘the bitch from hell’ as I’ve come to think of her, even in the picture her eyes were cold and unforgiving. . . . “Look I’m the one driving, and I can’t go any faster.” I retorted wondering why I did not demand that she get out of my car? The woman in the earpiece was waiting for my answer. “But he’s my dad, he and mum separated and she’s the one I should be living with.” She interrupted me.
