He knew she was thrilled and probably relieved that Sarah had honored both her mother and herself. He knew that she would have been happier if Mia had...chosen to name her son after him, but she was resigned at this point to follow his lead and keep her mouth shut forevermore. Well, he hoped that that was the case.“We have to have them all over for a party soon,” she said. Everybody. Okay?” she said.“Of course. It’s already in the planning stage,” he said.“Thank you for that and for everything,”. She would get out of bed and look for what little cum I had deposited in her and several times even commented that she needed to be fucked. On at least three occasions I know she slipped off into the guest room to masturbate herself to orgasm after my unsatisfactory effort. I listened outside the closed door and heard her moans as she brought herself off.

Over time, this became the norm and I believe she was becoming more and more interested in really fucking someone black. The issue of her. Inside she found a matched set of bra and panties. She chuckled silently to herself as she looked at them. The bra was black with two hearts, one over each nipple. Each heart was white alternating, with red jewels that looked to be rubies but she was sure they weren't. The panties were thong type and had another heart just like the bra. The two pieces were surprisingly heavy but she didn't think much more of it.Will you wear these? He asked.She looked at the set and decided why not. She went. Having blonde hair made it hardly noticeable if I missed a few stragglers but the whole thing on one side and not the other would feel weird. I have this symmetry thing that if I scuff one shoe in mid step I have to scuff the other exactly the same amount I did to the first one. It’s all about balance. As I hurriedly finished up in the bath I quickly toweled myself off and realized I forgotten two things. First was that I hadn’t had breakfast yet and I owe the damn Dick a punch in the arm for.