Our people were called Spanish, though my family itself was of mixed origins, with my mother being three fourths of a people called Berbers, these not...too different from the peoples of the Tahari. My family, which included an older brother, emigrated to this land before I was born, from their home country. My father used to be what we call a gymnast, an athletic performer, and he got a position as an instructor in a prominent learning center in America.My mother, named Maria, lived the life of. " I was never going to cash the check. You know that, right?" Yes, but you had to win, didn't you?" It wasn't that..." What was it?" I dunno." I didn't."How did you come up with that anyway?" She smiled. "Like what's themax I can shake down my brother - my poor, guilt-ridden brother - forwithout being a total asshole?"I felt mortified. "Actually, that's my rate on a consult."Her eyes widened. "For real? You get $10,000 to tell someone they'regoing to die? Damn. No wonder they say you're. I unbuttoned her blouse, kissing her cleavage, her chest and shoulders, lowering her bra straps and kissing her neck, nibbling on her ears. Helen leaned up and reached behind to unhook her bra, revealing a perk set of round breasts, perfectly formed, and ending at dark areolas that were at least the size of a silver dollar. I hungrily began licking and nibbling gently as Helen's nipples hardened. I heard the breath catch in her throat as I sucked hard on one of her breasts.I mounted Helen, as. She looked so beautiful standing there, her long auburn hair halfway down her back, dressed in her faded jeans and baggy flannel shirt, those green eyes now looking at me with a serious expression before speaking. “ I want you to stay here, Thom.” “ Wow, this is so sudden. We just met.” “ We belong together. I know that.” She looked into my eyes. “And I’m never wrong.” Her words took my breath away. I was stunned and suddenly felt my heart swell. I got up and went over to her and we hugged,.