Bracha was moaning and screaming, and the headboard banged against the wall violently. I could not believe this bitch was fucking another man in my ho...se! I stood there watched in disbelief this big, dark-skinned man was killing Bracha’s pussy in my bed. He was thrusting into her with hard, backbreaking strokes. I could not believe what I witnessed. ‘Yes!’ Bracha screamed in pleasure. ‘Fuck this pussy like you’re mad at me! I’m cumming!’ The big man finally saw me standing by the door, and he. Snapping out of his daze, Jason placed the picture on the coffee table, and began to clean the mess that was his home up. He didn’t want to dwell on that again. He had dwelled for far to long over it while he was in jail. It was more than time to get over it and move on. Jason flipped on the living room lights half surprised the electricity was still on. Thinking about the electricity he remembered that he hadn’t checked the mail yet. Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he even really. Please, no condolences; you never met the man and I'm not sorry. The only good thing that came out of my so-called marriage was this one," nodding at Erin, "and Dorian; and on that note, Aggy, its about time you met your sons in person. They came down with us and are waiting in your conference room." Cerise waved him to the door and followed him to the conference room with Erin and a very puzzled Evans bringing up the rear.McCock entered the conference room to be met by the neutral gazes of. Chuck forced Cheryl’s head around. He wanted her to see what was happening to her mother. “Stop,” screamed Cheryl. “Stop, please don’t.” Cheryl finally raised her hand to touch the top button of her blouse. All four men waited almost without breathing as Cheryl fingers weakly fumbled at the top button. Her hand began trembling but her fingers seemed to just scratch at the button. She seemed to be incapable of unfastening it. Her hand just drifted downward following the row of buttons. She was.