Douglas Dyer was almost done. ‘Never again’, he vowed to himself, ‘will I give four essay finals on the last two days of finals week. It’s jus... too much.’ He could get one good night’s sleep, and double check his formulas, and file all his grades comfortably before tomorrow’s deadline of noon. He was very tired of grading. He checked his email. ‘Don’t forget that you still have an incomplete left over from last semester,’ read his latest. ‘Even if the grade converts to an ‘F’, you have to fill. As the biological c***d of my white husband, Mikey, she had a mixed heritage that had gifted her with a very lovely skin tone and the looks of a glamour model. I was so proud of her and was worried when I learned that she had also inherited my sexual addiction. Over the last year, my c***dren had learned of my past and had accepted my return to being an escort, so when I found my daughter having sex with my lover and the father of one of my c***dren, Shawn, I was worried. After a long. I look over to you and smile. You have just been stood watching me take it all in smiling, pleased that I like it so much. I go over to the window and walk around the small table to see that there is small balcony, not really stable enough to spend much time on but I love it. I lean out, allowing the warm breeze to wash over me, feeling like Juliet or some other fated character in a Shakespearean play. The view of the canal is beautiful, there is not much overlooking us though and we can only. She just shook her head before laying her head back on the pillow. As she settled back, she felt him poking her just above her ass. "No way," she whispered to herself. She smiled as she moved her ass back and forth until it was level with him. He was as hard as a rock."Anthony," she said, but he didn't stir. "Anthony!" she said louder."What?" he bolted upright."Nothing, calm down," she said. "It's just that your, you were poking me," she smiled as she looked down at the tented sheets."Oh…" he.