"Mita yo brother is fine!" Yeah, he thinks he is. Nelly, it doesn't take that long to put on a shirt and pants. He hates it when I call him Nelly."Ari...l, Damita, and Darnell all walked into the living room. Damita said she had a surprise for Darnell."Mita I hate it when you call me that." Boy you know I been calling you Nelly." Yeah whatever so what's the surprise?"Close your eyes Damita told him. He did it, then she slapped him with a hundred dollar bill."What the hell?!"He was about to cuss. But like so much else, this nonsense only falls to me because I’m a woman. She avoided her scheduled dress fitting, fearing she’d be unable to hide both the physical evidence of the previous evening and her ongoing state of heightened stimulation. An attempt to replace it with an aggressive training session was firmly rebuffed by the Weaponmaster, who reminded her that she’d injured herself through inattention, and he judged her unready to resume training until she’d come to terms with the. I had my breasts pressed against his side and my arm d****d across his chest.I thought back over yesterday's fuck sessions. I had finally had my son's overgrown cock shoved up my ass and taken him hard up my pussy several times. My body still felt weak from the hard fucking's he had given me and the countless body shuddering orgasms.I eventually got up, leaving my young, naked son to sleep. I pulled on my dressing gown and headed downstairs.I made some breakfast and sat at the table thinking. She strolled into the kitchen to prepare the evening meal for them both - John would be home just after six. She clicked the kettle on and remembered the letter.As she slid her finger along the envelope to open it she thought of the man who had drowned; and how tragically unlucky some people were. She realised in contrast how lucky she was to have John, John who wasn't just hunky but was kind and generous, and funny. What would she do without him?The letter was from Eve, the self-styled.