" Then she gasped as the fingers dug into her breasts. "I'm sorry, Gun... Gunnar. I did it for my father. He was dying of cancer. You know..." I know ...ll that sad story. There's my sad story. A year in prison... and trying to get a job as a convicted felon later. Then I got smart and did what you did. Changed my name, hid out across the country. Then I got smarter and looked for you." How did you find me?"Anything to get her mind off her misery, mental and physical. Those hands gave her nipples. Because I do. I think you're sexy as hell. You have a ripped body, a big cock, you're very bright, and most of all, you make me laugh without even trying. And that's important to me."I know, bae! But why aren't we having sex?" I reply. "Look, bae, you know how much I love sex because I've told you so. But I think our ideas of what our sex lives she be are a lot different. You wanna shower me with love and affection, then make love to me. Which sounds nice, but that's not really my cup of tea.. Mom, I've got to admit to being a little bit naughty with Darrell. Well of course planning to let a handsome black guy I'd met only a few weeks ago fuck me silly and make me pregnant while my darling Sidney watches is already pretty naughty, huh? But I mean naughty TO Darrell. He was hungry, too and was really scarfing down the breakfast that Sidney had brought him. His plate included a pile of pancakes, hash browns and a strip steak. I guess Martin figured HE was going to be working hard that. I quickly realized that what had woken me was my boyfriend rolling over in his sleep. I was laying in my side in a sort of an elongated fetal position and he was now laying in a matching position right behind he. His body was warm. His chest and belly settled up to my back and the touching of our skin was comforting. As this was all sinking into my not quite yet cognitive mind, I felt his arm reach over me and his big hand across my midsection. I held his hand with mine and he tugged on.