"Dude, you told everyone you fucked my mom?" Yeah, she really knew how to handle a cock." Seriously, man, stop telling people! You sent pictures of my...naked mom around to people?! What the hell!"Here, I shoved him against the wall, but this was really dumb of me. Blake was a strong, muscular guy and I barely moved him, whereas he was able to knock me painfully against the ground."Listen, faggot," he said to me, "You should be happy I'm giving your mom what she wants. She loves my fat cock. But Dad always confessed that Saltwater sailing was what he missed, and the beautiful boat he'd sailed as a teenager with his Uncle Ambrose on Chocowinity Bay. I knew that boat was his to claim if he ever managed to reconcile with Grandpa McKesson.We dropped sail at the head of the last little fork in the north finger, where a large rock face and rubble field dropped to the water's edge. We were in the wind shadow now of the mountains, and the tricky breezes made it hard to sail at slow speeds,. “What do you think you’re doing?” she tried to block him with her arms.He grabbed both her hands and pulled them apart while also pulling her toward himself. He kissed her once before finally answering her. “You’ve been standing in front of me practically naked for a while now. How could I stay still?”“You’re such an animal. What if I say no?” she struggled to break free, not very hard though.“I don’t think you will. You don’t do things that don’t benefit you.”“Letting you fuck me doesn’t. “Boss, it’s about Phyllis’ baby.” Kyle said.“Bitsy? What about her?” I asked.“Well, er, no, it’s not about Bitsy. It’s about her next baby.”I knew where this was going.“Her next baby? What about this potential, theoretical, person?”He took a deep breath.“You see, Phyllis and I love Bitsy to pieces. I never knew that kids could be so great and being pregnant and having babies makes Phyllis so happy. So, I was wondering, and, and Phyllis was wondering too, if her next child could be, that.