“Yes, because you have children together. Technically, you’re still family,” said Velma.The woman across from her knitted her brow. Yes, she tho...ght, Sam was still a member of the family no matter what, and he deserved to be treated like he was. But, could she convince Sam of that great truth. That was the question.“So, do you have an address for our missing family member?” said Abigail.“I do,” said Velma. She handed an envelope across to Abigail.“Thank you, Velma,” this is a godsend.“You’re. I then said that I wanted them to cum in me again. J let Luc go first as he knew I would like this and so would he. It only took Luc about ten hard thrusts and he was spent – he took his glistening knob out of my cunt which was again dripping with spunk – my husband quickly took his place fucking me, his wife. We were looking at each other in the mirror and the realization of what we had done made us climax violently. Another short rest - the porn and the continuing fantasy come true made me. I suppose that one day in the future, Deena might find out a bit more of the truth, but for right now, Haley’s little white lie was plenty enough.I dunno. I think Deena’s a little happier than normal. We trekked off to dinner. Deena relinquished her normal front seat slot, the seat she normally took when the three of us went anywhere before. Haley accepted it with a smile.Dinner was delightful. I’m beginning to think that things will work out as planned. Me and Haley married, Deena still happy. You know how when you get really hurt—say, if you get punched in the stomach (which happens inevitably if you've taken martial arts, like Trina and I have)—you feel like throwing up? (Brandon adds, for the record, that being kicked in the balls produces much the same effect.) I guess I must have hit a nerve or something. I didn't throw up—I produced a lot of sound and fury and prayed that no one would overhear—but I didn't throw up.So, see. It's all because Tuesdays suck.But Mr. Moreau Loren.