“One of them is you. I assume the other one is Florence?”“Oh, you seen them? God, that embarrassing. Yes, we took them for a laugh. I don’t kn...w how he found them, he was probably snooping through Florence’s phone, and copied them onto his.”“So, tell us what happened, in your own words.”“Florence and Matthew had a bad relationship. He was an abusive asshole. He never hit her, but he was always putting her down. Florence and I have been friends for a long time. One night, she came over, crying. "She was weak highly charged in arousal yet somehow she understood and itscared her, she could feel Don's hardness finding her bottom, she couldfeel his fingers trembling as he grasped her hips then, before he couldenter her there she heard his groans and the wet stickyness over her bumtold the tale as he came over her pale bottom.The black man laughed loudly and then began to fuck her in long deepstrokes making her cum again, before him. She was an exhausted stickymess by the time he came, his. Once, he'd wanted to be a politician, run for office, but back when he couldn't even get elected to student council in high school, he'd realized that being an elected official was a precarious way to make a living, at best. Still, he'd had a real interest in government, so had taken to public administration, instead. It had proven to be the right choice for him; it provided most of the joys of being a politician, but few of the pitfalls.To Don, Spearfish Lake wasn't a lot different from. On the way home, I thought about it, and maybe it wasn't as big of a deal as I thought. She said 'incest is best'. So I think got courage to at least ask Ray about it, I came home and went inside. He was watching TV and I cuddled with him, we both liked that while we watched TV, but it was silent for a minute though. “Hey sis, where have you been?” Ray asked. “Just at Wendy's,” I replied. "Where's my chicken sandwich?" Ray asked. He could always make me laugh, so I laughed for a couple seconds..