The moms said that I had to ask you because of your relationship with the Russians.”I chuckled again.“Are they looking for me to be the bad guy he...e? What did they say?”“Mom One said that it was OK if you agreed. Mom Two wasn’t sure it was a good idea.”Mom One was Jennifer. Mom Two was Josie. He’d come up with that shorthand when he’d started talking in complete sentences. One thing I knew for sure was that before I approved, I’d need to talk to Tanya or Dima about this, as well as place a call. ” I kissed her tenderly. Just then her cell phone started to ring. Now Jaime growled in frustration. She answered her phone, then handed it to me, whispering in my ear, “I think you’ll want to take this call, baby.” I took the phone and said, “Hello?” I heard a woman’s voice from the phone saying, “Hello, Dad. This is Cristina. It’s so nice to talk to you finally.” I could feel my eyes fill with tears as I said, “It’s nice to finally talk to you too. We have a lot to catch up on, don’t we?. My steamy passage is from a story written by Mama’s_Boy called Craving Mother’s Milk.The room fell silent as we all strained to hear her soft voice as she read from her iPhone. I tried hard to pay attention to every word she spoke, but my eyes were resting on Loretta, and she was still scanning the row of dickheads on display in front of her.The story was about the writer having sex with all his family members, and I guess I’m just not that much interested in incest because my cock was not. The rest of the Black men chasing the young woman finally arrived, and one of them tried to grab the arm of the Black woman. He was successful on his second try. This was all that Jack could stand. He drew his baton and said, “Turn the woman loose, or I will have to defend her.”“Ha! You are just a kid! What can you do against five real men?”Jack answered, not with words, but with a quick snap of his wrist. The result was a broken forearm belonging to the man holding the woman’s arm. He screamed.