The house doesn't mean what it did when Diana was ... alive. It's just a thing." Are you sure? Wouldn't you be better to take a leave of absence or so...ething?" I'm as sure as I'm going to be. Something inside of me is telling me to start over, start ... clean. I can't do that here." He looked at his father and then smiled. "Having second thoughts about me around the house?" No, not at all," Roger replied quickly. "I just want you to be sure of yourself. This is a big change, but I'd be. A few of the White women were dancing with Black guys and getting very friendly while doing so. After we were served our second drinks one of the Black guys at the bar came over to our table."Hi. Would the lady like to dance?" I think she probably would," I quickly added before Charlene could react.The guy was nicely dressed and had an engaging smile. He quickly introduced himself. His name was James and he held his hand out to Charlene. She glanced at me with a look of suspicion then smiled. She was already half undressed, lowering her black shorts to her ankles, giving us a full view of her petite, lightly tanned ass. I couldnt help but notice how limber she was. She had pushed her shorts all the way to the floor without so much as bending a knee. As I watched intently as my brothers daughter climbed into our shower, I felt Marie slip her hand down onto my incestuous package. As Marie began kissing my neck and massaging my cock to full mast, I saw Leanne pull a bottle of shampoo. Blood was streaming from his nose as I saw his eyes slowly open. I could sense his life force ebbing away as he stared at me, his eyes starting to glaze over. Then he started to struggle, squirming his body beneath mine, trying to roll from side to side. I sensed his arms moving but I concentrated on my hands on his throat. His fist smashed into the left side of my head, the blow so powerful it broke my grip on his throat and knocked me right off him, sending me sprawling several yards across.