I see my daughter, tall, red hair smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a building. I see her smiling face after she whispers in my ear to relax and...have fun. We were at a club, that’s what led me here – a stupid night club.Images of her laughing, talking, dancing with men, pointing in my direction, waving me over. My husband, Doug, I see his face next. Was Leanna trying to get me to cheat on Doug tonight?Fat Rob slaps my ass, grits his teeth, and cums inside me. It feels so good. His huge. Isabella lived with their mother before she moved in with Seven a year ago. But being 30 she decided that it was a good time to move out and move in with her brother she loved so much, and it was a good thing she did. “How can I ever repay what she has done for me?” Seven thought while he was walking to his bedroom. Passing by the shower, he saw that the door was open with the shower running while his sister just stepped under it. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The perfect naked body. Marc\'s in his 40\'s, his black hair is balding, but he has a nice goatee. He\'s pretty average, not unattractive, but not a model stud or anything. He\'s a bit overweight, although not nearly as big as Steve or I (wink). Like Steve, Marc doesn\'t fit the stereotype either, owning his own landscape business.Anyways, Steve and I have become buddies. It started one evening when he knocked on my door, he had a lasagna prepared, but his oven had gone out. If I let him cook it, he offered to split. He opened the picture holder and stared at the portraits. His eyes became watery and he struggled to keep his voice under control.“Babackt Yaga was correct about you. It truly was your Path in Life to bear witness to the demise of the Old World. It is a blessing, truly a blessing, that you rescued these paintings.”“Who’s the man in the portrait, if I may ask, Dean?”“My uncle. From a long time ago, hard to believe it’s been so many years. He married her, according to the Old World traditions..