Thompson I remembered again, not the whore I just fucked and sodomized in her kitchen. "Remember you boys have fun, but keep some cum for me. I'll try...to talk to your mom, see if you can do some "chores" for me while my husbands at work, or on business." She says, as she pulls her lunch from the refriderator and places it in her pack. "You guys know where the sodas, chips, and everything are right?" Having always asked us this before she leaves. "Yeah, we're good, thanks Mrs. Thompson." Then. It seemed odd.Over time I met the guy, and I was in a position to do him a favor (but that's a different story). He asked me if he could do something for me, and I said that it could wait until I needed something. That's when he surprised me when he suggested he send over his girlfriend to spend an evening with me.The next night there was a knock at the door. I had forgotten all about the offer, but when I looked through the peephole, there was the thin girl by herself. I opened the door. I was so lucky to have such a nice sister!After church I rushed to my room to change into play clothes so mommycould take me to Mandy's house."Karen, I can't reach the buttons on my dress, can you help me?" Iasked as I walked into her room.Karen was standing there in her underwear hanging up the dress shewore. "Sure Brooke, hold still."I held very still like a good girl so Karen could unbutton my dress.There was a time when I would've killed to see Karen in just a bra andpanties and to get a. He is a black guy with a height around 5.9ft and with well-built personality and ugly face. He has rough and broad face and rough strong hands. His face also has a long scar on right cheek. He became a nightmare for me, I got scared when ever my husband speaks about him. After that incident, I use to send lunch with my husband not telling him any story by just saying him that I can’t get lunch as I have some leg pain. Nabisa was not able to eat food and yelled at me to get food at any cause to.