He didn’t understand it. He wondered how celebrities dealt with the looks and stares.Mark entered the room and walked over to Dexter.He asked, “Ho... are you doing?”“I’m bored. They won’t let me use my cell phone so I can’t call Eric and find out what is happening with the website,” Dexter said. “I’m worried about it.”“I talked to Eric. He’s on top of things,” Mark said.“That’s good to know,” Dexter said.Mark said, “I’ve got some good news.”“What?” Dexter asked.“Your visit here is covered under. I started noticing her body, her curves, her healthy assets. I used to check her thick ass while she walked.I glimpsed at her cleavage whenever she bent. My cock was getting hard around her. I had to do something about it. I started fapping, imagining her. This went for a few days. But it’s didn’t help much. I was not satisfied with fapping alone I wanted more. But I didn’t know how to proceed.One night I just can’t stop thinking about her, and my cock wouldn’t rest. I had already fapped twice. "God," he said, "You little whore, You've done that before. Trudy youare the most." Fuck me darling, " I found myself saying. "Give me all you have. Fuckme up the arse like the little whore I am, now in my stilettos andstockings, Fuck me like you have never fucked before." How could I saythese things?I clung to his bed, legs straddled so I was the right height, feelingthe intense pain as he entered me, waiting for it to subside as I knewit would once he was properly inside my arse. He gasped.,. I can see right down her shirt to her belly button, giving me a great shot of cleavage. Once again, my second brain starts to wake, and this time I can't seem to care. Mom bumps her head on it as she pulls my pants up, and she just stares at it for a moment, inches away from her face. Shaking herself again, she mutters, "Just like your dad," and finishes pulling on and then buckling my pants."Do you miss him, mom?" I ask."Your dad? Yes... Every day. He was good to me, and took good care of you.