We’d go to the movies together or have lunch. He was mad cool, I noticed. We had a lot in common. Both of us came from prominent black families. My ...ather, John Dolce is a State Representative in Houston, Texas. My mother Joan Harrington Dolce is a Texas Ranger. Jacob’s father was the Athletic Director of the University of Atlanta Tech in his native Georgia. His mother was dead from cancer. He didn’t like to talk about her much. I respected his privacy. I’m not big on stirring up unpleasant. .. as long as he came back to her sometimes. And she had to admit to herself that, in moments of weakness, she thought about sharing Bobby with Prudence. It would be the other way around ... Prudence sharing him with his mother, really, but it was the same thing.The rush of emotion, when she thought about Bobby, kissing her ... touching her ... made her look at Ted in another light. He was interested in her. He plainly wanted to seduce her ... both of them ... even though Prudence was great. We promise to listen."Igwanda rose. For a moment he stood silent. No, dammit Carlos, don't just 'surveille' them, talk to them, they aren't the enemy, she thought. But then he spoke and his timing, she saw, was right."Thank you, Amanda," he said, turning and bowing slightly. "But I must correct you to begin; it is not you, nor any of you"—he turned back toward the floor—"who need apologize to me, it is I who owe the apology. I have treated you poorly."As she'd predicted, he had their. Dee sensed my impending explosion and aimed my cock-head at Annabelle just in time for me to shoot two huge strings of come down her leg followed by a good amount more that dribbled over Dee’s hand.We had no time to clean ourselves up as we slowly pulled into the station and Dee squeezed my semi hard and come soaked dick back into my pants as the girls put their legs down, Annabelle cursing in a whisper how close she had been to coming. I felt sorry for her having to stop despite being so close.