"My father left my mother when I was a babe in arms. She worked at the most menial tasks to keep us alive, finally selling herself on the streets—-t...at is where love took her."Amy face was white with suppressed anger, and her eyes were a flinty blue."My mother died when I was ten years old. I swore on her grave, a pauper's grave, that I would marry only for a position in life, and not for that fickle fleeting feeling called love."To say I was bewildered would be a great understatement. I am a. I sat on my pink towel waiting for tray on my porch. I ran my hand through my hair and relized I forgot to put it up. I left it to blow freely around my face. I loved the way I looked. I was thin but curvy and my butt was high but not to firm, and it jiggled nicely when I ran. Boys really liked that. Tray came running up to me, sand flying around his bare feet.Tray was 6"2 and muscular. He had sandy blonde hair and a white smile that could even light up this sunny day. He had freckles that ran. Why shouldn't we have? It didn't fit with anything else that we know to be true.So I didn't listen. That was my first mistake.I knew that when I turned eighteen, ownership of the place would fall to me. So I planned this huge party in the old building. I made arrangements for the caterer, invited hundreds of guests, hired the DJ and ordered a shipment of booze. All that remained was to get the key and set up the decorations.I got the key on my birthday, and not a minute sooner. My superstitious. I took a moment to look at her, she was naked and those breasts were as perfect as I had imagined, just slightly smaller than my curvy D frame. Her pussy had been tended so it was almost bare, so inviting… But it was Simon’s turn, and he was ready, his cock was screaming for some attention and he had two very horny women ready to give it to him. Lydia motioned for me to take him in my mouth first. I couldn’t believe I was really going to do this to him, for split second I the thought of ‘how.