The love just poured out of her spilling over onto Michelle like a waterfall.I knew many questions and even more answers would reveal the details over...time. But that one gentle statement when my daughter -- our daughter -- was so lovingly nestled onto my mother's breast, could not have been improved in any way.Lindie reached over to me with her left hand, placing it on my right one. I'm not sure I have ever seen such joy in her face. Her eyes.Her tears of joy matched mine as I turned my hand. The dark environment and semi-naked women frolicking around did nothing for him. The music thumped around him demanding his enjoyment and the drink in his hand provided him with the means to loose his pain and given to moments of temporary pleasures. He felt out of his element. He felt detached from the world that he had come to view as an outsider. Life seemed to be passing him by and he had no way of inserting himself back into its dynamic pace and feel it’s rhythm pulse through his being. He. Some of my peers in college chased skirts, some got lucky, others were humiliated and denied. Me, on the other hand, found the lifestyle that I had grown up within a blessing - mother, my slave, ensured that. By owning my very own woman, some of the normal pressures of being a young man were non-consequential.In other words, I was able to concentrate upon my studies since I was able to fuck my slave.It was a lovely morning - the sun was out, a bit of a chill in the air, and the leaves that were. I grabbed myclean boxers and went into my bedroom and got dressed. I was feeling betterand better and not worrying.I grabbed my sheets and started them in the washer.I went down and startedthe X Box in the den. I started playing my game and chatting with my gamerfriends. Life was good.The day passed uneventfully. I played my games most of the day. Around 6,my dad came home. He walked through the den and said he needs the room sohe can rehearse his sermon for tomorrow. I close my game and clean.