The Mormon Church has a lot of influence out there, and most of us grew up under it’s influence. No, me and my family were never Mormons. But like p...ople in the South, we say Sir and Ma’am, we stand for a lady and hold doors open for them. If my dad had ever seen me not doing so he would have whooped me, and my mom would have too.”At this Linda came back out and I stood up again. Mrs. Carol smiled as she realized that it was the second time she had seen me do that, the first when Mandy left the. Should I add dozens so I could be turned down enough times to get the ones I really needed? I couldn’t muster the enthusiasm. I’d come back to the list another time. For the fourth consecutive night I entered the kitchen to sit with Jeff. He wasn’t there. I found him in the bedroom at the table beside the bed. ‘There you are,’ I said. ‘I figured I wouldn’t have as far to go when you showed up.’ ‘Getting pretty cocky aren’t you?’ ‘Just observant.’ ‘Well, if being observant led you to conclude I. The doctors here and in New York have all agreed that there is no surgery that will really fix my problem; they say my arteries are such that a transplant is a waste of time and effort. Now I've been busy trying to get my, no our house in order. I'm transferring a lot of stuff into your account and into some trusts for you. I depend on you to take care of your mother if I die. She will be dependent on you for her daily expenses. I'm sure you will not let her down on this. Later today we will. I groaned as I slid out of her pussy, my cum leaking out, staining her dark flesh with my pearly passion. I shuddered, my body trembling. I felt so sticky. I would let her recover while I took a shower. I padded to the door. It was late, so I could probably get away going naked. I flicked off my light and shut my door softly.I smiled, glad I could give Anya a thrill. She was hardly the first girl to imagine I was my futa-mother. Most women wanted to be bred by the world's first futa. It got me.