“Mike, your cousin Raymond has fucked up again big time and this time I can’t cover him like I usually do because the big brass is looking to pin ...he tail on the donkey and I guess in their mind, I am the donkey.”I had never liked my cousin Raymond simply because he was a backstabber of the worst sort. He would tattle on every little misdeed I didn’t want advertised. It was a part of his personality that made me keep my distance whenever possible. Once he had hold of some secret that I didn’t. “It’s fun to play, Michael, you know that. This is kind of a special occasion for us, for me and Javier. With you, too. Even if the ceremony was rained out, we thought we ought to have our own little ceremony here, just ourselves.”She held up a finger.“Don’t expect a repeat when we return to the capital, Michael, do you understand?”The funny thing was, I did understand almost exactly. It’s as if we were off in another time, another dimension, here in this quiet courtyard, private and screened. She then got off him and I watched as his cock just slipped out.Peter then made her bend over her waist and he moved behind her. Anita and I were locked eye to eye; so I could see the second he entered her again. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and a straight smile came to her wet mouth. She opened her eyes and stared me right in the eye the whole time he kept pounding her from behind.Peter suddenly stopped moving and he put his hands on her back. Anita stood up slowly, feeling this black. ” Stace reported.“How’s your dad?”“He’s up, but not happy. Terry told him to make me breakfast.”I imagined our nemesis cramming himself into our tiny stall of a shower. I feared his weight might crack the catch basin.She hung up before I could ask if she was all right. Of course she wasn’t, but a mother has to ask, no matter how stupid the situation.I squirmed on my office chair all day. My ass was still sore. By the end of the day it was less so, but by then I was too antsy to sit still. When.