“Then I think I can assist you, Mr. Franklyn. You see, when I went to England I gained my Ph.D. in history focused entirely on my beautiful homeland... specifically the timeline and development of ancient Constantinople. I lecture here at the university and teach abroad from time to time but have enough time available in the near future that I can assist you in your explorations, as long as you call and set up an appointment a few days in advance.”“Actually Dr. Ayman, Franklyn is my first name,”. " Why didn't you ever tell me I was adopted?"James sat down on Angelina's bed. "Well, angel, we just figured it was better for you if you didn't know." Who were my parents? Do you know?"James sighed. "I traveled to Italy to meet your parents. Your mother was seventeen. A beautiful young girl, named Bianca de Lucini. She was engaged to the son of a Mafia don."Angelina gasped. "The Mafia?"James nodded. "She had a liaison with the son of a rival Mafia don, and became pregnant with you. You didn't. .but still, just sex." "Yeah," I said. "But I assume you were less than enthused about sharing Grandpa with Liz, right? And you did have to sometimes, didn't you?" She looked at me softly. "Okay, you've got me there. But the point is, I did share him. True enough, I didn't love having to do that. But I did, and I didn't try to give my father guilt trips about it. We were meant to share, Frank." "Duly noted," I said. "Besides," she continued, her voice returning to normal, "I didn't say they. Monica was one very excited young woman.The excited Monica knew Ray J was correct, that the spoiled little Princess liked to obey orders. Monica decided to take full advantage of the situation. She told Kimberly to take off her skirt. The brown-haired beauty knew she was wet and aroused by what was happening. She did as Monica told her to and unfastened her skirt. Kimberly then lowered her skirt down her big thighs and dropped it to the floor.Kimberly now stood completely naked from the waist.