C'est...c'est...les derni?res choses que...tusais, mon mari,- Oui, je sais. Je l'ai lu sur un petit mot qu'elle avait laiss?. C'estpour ?a!- Mais tu n... te rends pas compte ? quel point c'est dur, pour moi, derevivre tout ?a? De revivre ma fille qui grandit, ? travers toi? Pourquoifais-tu tout ?a?- Mais je ne suis pas ta fille!- Tu es tellement...tu es tellement comme elle.- Ah oui?- Oui! Pourquoi fais-tu tout ?a? Tu aimes, toutes ces choses f?minines?- Je...je ne sais pas trop.- Oui, ou non?. The idea of their dad punishing their mother for misbehaving made them feel a little uneasy, but Harley was old enough to realize that his mother had a few issues. Callie had been throwing herself at men her entire life. Part of Harley was relieved that his dad was taking a firm hand with her, yet another part of him felt an obligation to protect her. One thing that Harley had come to realize over time however was that no matter whose house they lived in, the man of the house was always the one. Women of all races throw themselves at us because the Black man is strong, masculine and downright fearless. Yeah, women know it and men of other races know it. That’s why the mere sight of a Black man is unsettling for many males of other races, especially white men. You wouldn’t think that men from a group that gets everything handed to them would be so insecure, would you? Sad but true. The arrival of a Black man at a mostly white gathering is comparable to that of a lion at a watering hole. If they’re not wonderful, then there’s something wrong, either with what you’re trying to do or with the people themselves. I think the progress the two of you are making is spectacular. I’m just certain that your future sex lives together are going to be wonderful beyond your wildest dreams.’ ‘And what did you like the best, Tom,’ Monsignor Sheamus O’Shaunessey asked, ‘eating Rosaria’s pussy, watching Shelley eating Rosaria, or you eating Shelley yourself?’ Tom’s face went a total red. He felt.