My mother poked her head out and looked at me.“Jackson… um… can you hand me those bags up there? And can your sister borrow your shirt?”I fol...owed her pointed finger to the bags lodged under the front right command seat, apparently the haul from her shopping trip to the station. I glanced down at my now-clean black t-shirt – it wasn’t very long, attach by long thin straps at several points to my trousers and designed to show off my abs. Hey, between the genetic engineering and some modest. What the fuck? Not even a gas jockey? Do I have to do everything myself?*God, he is such a dick.My husband of 10 years, my college sweetheart turned from a once valiant protector of the less fortunate, had turned into a complete bastard. All because of his job.Bill was a criminal lawyer. And a damn good one.But somewhere along the way, he was seduced by the money, the connections, the inevitable rise of his career. Close this case with Senator Frank Chambers, and he’s in the money; the firm. ” She took my hand and pulled me up onto the couch next to her and guided my leg over her lap so I was kneeling above her now erect cock, facing her. She pulled my face down to her and we kissed deeply as I braced my arms on her shoulders. She now kissed me possessively, dominating my tongue with her own, showing me in every way possible that I was hers. Her hands slipped to my hips and began applying pressure, forcing me to sit back on her cock. I felt her head pressing at my entrance and. He was having sex with you and Carol, and I didn't see how I could compete with the two of you for his love. After Pops and I made love, everything came together for me; finally, I understood. I didn't need to compete. If David were like me, he could love you and his mother and still love me, because I could love both Pops and David at the same time. Then all of us got together this weekend. I wasn't a slut, but I had sex with everybody, and I loved every second of it, and I'm rambling again..