I could see his body shaking all over as he unloaded the rest on himself.He was roughly pushed back into the bed and, with one hand on his head and an...ther on his ass, continued getting fucked hard and deep."I'm about to fill your ass, are you ready, slut?" Yes, please, daddy. I want to feel you shoot into my tight pussy. Please fill me up. I need it so bad. So bad, daddy."One last hard thrust and, with another look at me, the black guy groans loudly and pushes deeply into Mr. DB's ass, clearly. The letter that asked for more info on her, her age, healthissues, family status, still nothing to personal. All stuff she could answerhonestly, hitting reply and going on about her life as usual, not really givingit much thought. Then the letters that got more in depth, asking her to writeout a fantasy she's always had, a sexual one. Her whole face burning as sheanswered that letter, trying to be as detailed as it asked for. Her fingersfumbling over her keyboard keys as she struggled to be as. Quartz just let out a low whistle. Then, a few seconds later, shesaw her sister coming back, and that alarmed her. Because she actuallysaw Jet moving. She was moving insanely fast, but traceable. And she wasgetting slower as Quartz watched. She seemed to return to a normal speeda few steps before she reached the part of the building immediatelyopposite Quartz, and then Quartz just jumped down, grabbed her sister,and vaulted back to the top of the roof.She glared down at her sister, wondering. There’s lots of things J can’t do without hands. We just need to pitch in.” I almost choked on the bite of mashed potatoes she shoved in my mouth just then. Of course, my parents were oblivious to the underlying meaning.“That’s very mature of you, Emily. I’m so glad you’re willing to help. The home nurse will be here during the day Monday but weekends are all up to the family. I’m sure we can share the burden so no one is inconvenienced too much.” That was nice of Mom, in a backhanded way..