She never mentions you, but I know you are in her thoughts. It is the loving way she talks to Junior. Most of the time I never know who she is talking...to--you or the baby. I know I am meddling and shouldn't be writing, but I feel so sad that Rodney Jr. doesn't have the love of a father. Love, Aunt SylvieI was angry at first, but then I remembered that this was Ginger's only relative. That made me think of my own aunt. I had really neglected her. I would visit her soon. Sometime this summer for. Capice? Ladies and probably guns, too, both of which we want. So, if you know what’s good for ya, you’ll turn yourselves in, and if you’re lucky, you’ll get to fuck the women once a month, if you don’t mind some blood on your pricks!” Powerball demanded.“Powerball, those women aren’t yours to loan back to us. They belong first to themselves, and then, to the extent that they do submit to us, of their own free will, they belong to us. They’re not your little bitches, so know your place. I’ve. It was so intense how we felt for each other. Then we would go faster and faster and she would have the most best orgasm at this point int time. Wow she was so wet is how I recall it. Cathy and I would go on fucking for at least and half hour or longer we both loved it. Then I would cum so hard in her and she would moan then cum for the third or fourth time.WE would kiss most of the time but try to look in each others eyes when we would cum.Wow when we did that it is and look into each others. Moreover, she was smart, and I suspected the type that planned well ahead. She was very like me. I feared we were different only in the tint of skins and our ages. She was young, far to young for my comfort.For the better part of the month of November, Latisha had been seen with Jason. They were at the gym together where she watched him train for his exhibition match with Joe Crawford. They were seen in upscale restaurants where she paid, and little Delis and bistros, where my husband picked up.