I carried the tray of food into his room. I slipped my robe loose, once again exposing deep cleavage“Tyler sweetheart get up, I have a surprise for ...ou.”He groggily opened his eyes.I bent over in front him to put the tray in front of him; also to give him a clear view of my cleavage.His eyes popped wide open, what a site to awaken to!I held the tray right below my chest; waiting for him to sit up. I put the tray in front of him before finally prying his eyes off my chest by turning around. “Ty. It sent chills down my spine. “I know that Chris made you. Do not try to take credit for that.”“Sorry, I should have contextualized that.” I admitted.“No. You were trying to make things seem better than they were. You were trying to make yourself look good. Do not do that with me.” she asserted herself.“Okay, okay.” I backed down defensively.“So now I’m looking for comfort any way I can. Yeah, I drink. I’m having sex with Carson now. I go to parties. I’m looking after myself in the way I want. I have twosisters-older by seven and younger by a year but they have since movedaway to their own lives; I haven't gotten a hold of them at all. Anyway,my family was rich due to both my parents being in stock trade business,meaning they were constantly out and about, which often left me and mysisters alone. My sisters did the best they could but at some point myparents felt that wouldn't be enough.One time, around the time when I was four, my older sister Lucy hadgotten in her head to have me. Could I really go through with it? On one hand, I'd get tospend two weeks in Mexico with my best bud. On the other hand, I'd beMrs. Clark.Now, it wasn't that Mrs. Clark wasn't attractive... but she wasn't,mostly due to time and life taking its toll. In her youth, she was abeautiful, thin, blonde. Nice as could be, heart of gold. She kept theheart of gold, but birthing and raising two children had left herswollen, looking worse for the wear. Her buxom body was somewhat saggy,somewhat.