"Nikki looked to Marcy. Marcy shrugged her shoulders. She had endured much worse."Well..." mused Nikki, "I'm still not sure about his." Come on Baby,"...implored Kamon, "with faces and bodies like you two have, you'll be a hit." Maybe that's what we're afraid of," laughed Nikki, but Kamon knew he had won her over."How about you, Marcy. Ready to be an internet centerfold?"Marcy looked to Jamal whose eyes told her what to answer."Uh... yeah, sure, why not?" she smiled as she went to the kitchen to. He felt great compassion for Jenny’s plight. He was relieved that Mark was no longer with her. He wanted to be the correct, proper friend who would be of comfort to Jenny. But his male urges were telling him that he had his needs where she was concerned, and he could feel a pleasant awakening beginning in his loins. Now he perched on the edge of Jenny’s bed, a respectable few inches away from where she lay on her back in her pink button-through nightdress, staring at the ceiling and saying. I didn’t reply to her question and casually walked back towards her and round to her side of the desk and took the jumper I was going to buy from her hands and threw it on to the desk.“What are you doing?” she asked again“Can you remember the last time we saw each other before yesterday Emma?”“At the party”“Yes and can you remember doing this?” I said reaching forward and grabbing her left hand, the one she’d used three years ago to stroke my leg and cock and moved it directly on to my dick. Your mother had the same intuition. I couldn’t see it, but she did. It’s something only moms’ can do, I reckon.” She sat at the table, drinking her coffee, staring off into limbo-land. “You know I have to go to the office in a few hours. I have the feelings inside that she’s going to do something. Dad, don’t get me wrong, I’m supporting both of you in whatever happens. If it’s nothing fine, but I’m sure it’s going to turn very sexual for her. I know you’ll be gentle with her; you certainly were.