Carly left him, then your dad died. If Sharon had been a real bitch, or even if I didn’t like her, it wouldn’t have been any chore at all. We went shopping, because I tore her pink panties to shreds, then we fucked again. He’ll be getting some of this redhead’s pussy tonight… but I’ll be thinking about you.”
I stood when she did. I think it did him a lot of good to be able to spend some time me (What a fucking understatement that was). By popular demand (well….. “Don’t dump that sweet stuff into a Kleenex, it’s mine.”
She stepped to the side of my bed, then crawled in, on top of me. Well… you didn’t call Don’s or you would have found me. “But… uh.. when I rang Linda’s door bell. oh, my… uh.. Since dad died, I’m the one who has to look after you.”
Linda dropped her bags to the floor and wheeled to face her son, “J.J! When I called Sharon, she insisted we meet at her place after she got off work.
