He gestured to one of the empty tables and sat her coffee in front of her.She took a sip and grimaced. "It is pretty bad." She took another sip and sa... the cup aside, realizing she still had a death grip on the white bag."Here." She slid the bag hurriedly across the table to him, catching a hint of surprise in his eyes before he grabbed it."A present?" He opened the bag, smelling chocolate before it unraveled."Double chocolate brownies."He pulled one out of the bag and breathed in the scent. BUT A FUNNY CHANGE WILL OCCUR. Whatever his answer is, you won't care. At that point, the only thing that will matter is whether MOMMY wants to keep on going. If she does, there is no force on earth, whether daddy or an entire army, that will keep you from putting a hard cock into a sopping pussy. Whether with daddy's blessing or not, you will keep breeding with mommy, so that she has as many c***dren with you as you want, as many c***dren as she can physically bear."Pete's mom again weighed. Things started to change, something had happened, we were just looking at each other and words became very hard to speak, all we could do was look at each other, she got up and walked very slowly towards me and I realized that I had gotten up also and was going towards her, we met in each others arms and just held each other.She was weeping softly and I was holding her tight and rubbing her hair to soothe her pain, I pulled away slightly to kiss her on the cheek and I tasted her tears, my. The white cotton robe fell around Heathers ankles. Richard bent down and slipped one arm under the back of Heather’s legs, then he swept her up off the floor and into his arms. He carried her from the living room, into the kitchen. Richard lowered Heather’s naked round ass down onto the top of her breakfast island. The marble material was cold against her skin and sent goose-bumps up her arms. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up,” the beach-bum told her as he climbed on the Island.Heather took.