We would spend the day before baking them, peeling them then using several cups of brown sugar to mash with them. In years past, the kitchen would be ... total wreck. This year, without Sam at my side, I didn't make them. My sister-in-law made them.It is amazing how tastes and smell bring back memories. My first taste of sweet potatoes almost made me sick. All the years of memories of the two of us came rushing back. I gagged on them and had to spit them out. I couldn't eat them. I couldn't. Which delighted her to no end, as he’d insisted on shooting his jizz all over her face when she’d blown him earlier that evening. She didn’t mind that – not at all – but she was so looking forward to reminding Jack that good sluts swallowed.And, of course, Jack’s cum was delicious.“Mmmmm ... right there, Emily, that’s right... ahhhhhh!!!“ Jack cried out, groaning with lewd satisfaction as he finally unloaded himself in Emily’s hot mouth, splashing what felt like a river of his creamy seed all. Andre told me to keep doing whatever I was doing, and so I did. Three months later, to my immense surprise, Beth gave me a bank book for a Swiss bank account and a page of instructions on how to use it; there turned out to be a couple of hundred thousand dollars in the account. I tried to turn it down, as too much and not deserved, but Beth insisted and told me it was Joe's idea, and he wanted me to have this for my future. She told me that Joe really liked me.Two years later, when I left the. ”“Oh shit! This is going to get worse, isn’t it?”“No, Gloria, it won’t. First thank you for the gift. I hope that I am worthy of it for as long as we work together. Second, I understand why you felt the need to do this. Please don’t do it anymore. Third, I would like to ask a favor. Please.“A favor?”“Yes, Gloria, a favor.”“What might it be?”“One day a week, maybe, would you please wear pants to work. I am in love with your bottom. And it would make me feel very good if once a week I could get a.