..I take you to see Jerome?" Some fuckin' choice. I'd rather face my Mommy than be anywhere nearthat Jerome again. I can just picture myself in a fu...l body cast orworse if I had told him who I really was. Mommy will hate me when shesees me but maybe I'll have a chance to talk to her and explaineverything I've been forced to do," he thought before saying he would goto work.Irene's jaw dropped as she watched Peyton enter the salon. His attireand mannerisms so girlie girl, she rubbed her eyes. The fucking asshole! "Yea. We're like second-cousins or something. So she would've been fair game for you. Though say, I never met you before, but turns out I was kids with the bride. Whoa, talk about money. Your wife can go out and buy tits just like those. And even so, what she lacks in physical attributes, I understand she makes up for in enthusiasm."Fortunately the limo arrived so he was swept away to the rain of rice before he could think to turn around and punch me.I come from a family of. I found her tanning herself, laying out on her stomach, in the smallest of bikini I think I had ever seen. The top portion lay on the cement next to where Maria lay stretched out on a chase lounge, chit-chatting with two very young studs who seemed more like vultures than the cool college-aged guys they probably were pretending to be like.I cleared my throat to get Maria’s attention and told he she needed to come up to the apartment.“Whatsup?” Maria casually asked, looking up at me. I didn't. The kiss became more passionate and the gentle exploring hands turned into groping. Their legs became intertwined, she moaned softly against his lips as she slowly grinded against his thigh. He gently pushed her onto her back and moved on top of her. She wrapped her leg around his waist as they kissed hungrily. Their clothed bodies moved against each other, teasing until they could no longer stand it. He lifted her arms over her head and slowly lifted her shirt. Trailing his warm fingers down.