It all started on my last visit to my grandpa’s house the house is a old thatched one with so manyRooms it was ones a house of joined family me is t...e last decent of that tantric bloods it was my child hood hobby to explore the old pam scripts and explore the tantric ally locked rooms suppose to be keeping mantes and sculptures of powerful yekshines and goddesses since on my this visit I decided to practice some mantras that are written in de scripts on trying to read it before I got so much. If you dont read chapter one first, this one wont make a lot of sense, and all the humor will get lost. Please read chapter one. But, just in case youre really stubborn, and refuse to read chapter one, heres a VERY quick summary. In that chapter, two escaped convicts, Kris and T came to hide in my house for nearly a week. During that time, they fucked me repeatedly, and by the end of the week, I was believing whatever Kris said. He told me that, now that I was a black cock slut, I would never. “The day to day distribution is going to be handled by Lucinda and Gerome,” I further explained. I suddenly got a really bad feeling. The feeling had a name, paranoia. When Marge broke the connection, I was glad for the chance to process what had just occurred.I waited until the next morning to begin a reasonable analysis. Since I hadn’t heard from island boy, I re-examined my options. I could continue looking for land, or I could fold my tents and move on to something else. I still considered. I imagined playing with her big breasts. My fingers were playing the piano in her pussy, which greatly pleased her. Suddenly, the AC in my room shut down. When I went to switch on my fan, I figured out that there was probably a fuse problem in my room.In all this hustle-bustle, my erection had died. I went to check on my mom in her room. When I opened her door, I saw that the AC was on. I was relieved that she was not suffering the wrath of the summer. I was about to close the door to her.