Thirty seconds later the cop car drove by again as I was sitting on the floor of the kitchen,not making a sound. I waited for a while maybe 3-4 minute... and got up went to the basement and set-up my VCR to watch some straight porn. The next day as I went outside I was kind of gun shy,but I know you couldn't pick me out of a line up as who ever saw me walking,It was dark and I looked like your average guy (Not anymore). This made me feel unenviable to go out again and go for a walk wearing only a. I hate being sociable. One could say I was the black sheep in the family. I certainly looked the part. The tattoos, piercings and a beard did strengthen my role.My aunt Omi was the only one who saw past all those. She saw me for who I was and because of this, we were able to converse on almost anything imaginable. It was fun hanging out with her. She was almost a second mum to me. Well, something more than that, if possible.I took my sweet time freshening up as I had to figure out ways to. This was our woman, and we were her men. There was no longer a pecking order. I took her as if she were my own woman. I unleashed with a vengeance the full roaring aggressiveness of my sexual instincts. Francine reached down between us and guided me into her with the ease and surety as if we had done this a thousand times before. It was such a natural movement for her. She was claiming me for her own. I was there to satisfy her pleasure. In that instant, I was her man and I belonged to her. . "Come here honey, let me fix that," he said with tenderness.Lynn carefully cleaned the smudges and reapplied the mascara and lip gloss. After a few moments, he looked over the touch ups, and with compassion in his voice told her, "There we go Andrea, all restored. I know your Momma Annie would be proud of you today. You are the prettiest maid of honor that ever was." Thanks Mr. Weatherly," she replied as she choked back another tear. "It's still hard to believe she's gone."He looked at the.