...heh I was standing there in just my panties and I was getting a little annoyed and hurt like I just had imagined if she ever got to see me like thi... she would be all over me, and I was just dumped hours ago so I just my self esteem wasn't exactly high.So I just raged and said "THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU DAMN IT, YOU STARTED THIS, This is about me and what I want…what I need, you can't be my mother anymore, not the way you want, you killed that. Give me this, give me what I need, give me what you. “What is it, Mama? How can I help you?”“It is not me, Nico ... it is Marianna,” she said just as two little girls came running into the living room and greeted me with enthusiasm.“Hi, girls. How are you today?” I asked with a big smile. Those two could make me smile just by being there.“Are you going to play music, Mister Nick?” Anna Marie asked.“I don’t know. Gramma asked me to come. Where is your Mom?”“Right here, Nick,” Marianna said as she appeared from the hallway.“What’s up?” I asked,. "Thanks, dude!" I heard Jack's voice from the other side say. "That was a BIG damned load, too! I like that!" Thank YOU, Jack!" I replied. "Once again...that was one awesome blow job! And I really needed that badly!" No problem, man! Come again any time!" I will!" I replied. "And this time, I won't wait so long!" Good. Take care, buddy; and definitely bring me another BIG fucking load of cum! That was a NICE one!"His compliment sent a thrill through me as I zipped up and prepared to leave. I. I knew this was her normal dress around the house. I fixed my stare on her feet. She wore an anklet that I had never seen before. It looked like a Kayla-style hemp thing. It felt eerie being in Riva’s arms again. After the fallout from Spring Break, I hadn’t seen her since. Her hair was cut shorter and was more red than her usual red-brown. She could pass for Cajun, White or Cuban, but really she’s just a classic all American tomboy. My eyes closed again. Where is Tegan? Her breath on my.