“You’re angels!” she declared. “I didn’t know how I was going to stand living at home. My folks have gotten all preachy at me. They don’t ...nderstand - not a bit. Can I move in with y’all this afternoon? Oh, her name is Cassandra. Cassandra Anne. Oh! Think Uncle Pete will help me get child support and maybe alimony while I’m in school? With Georgia’s Hope Scholarships and a free place to live, school expenses won’t be all that much, but I don’t have all that much either.”“Won’t hurt to ask,”. I have her mobile number would you like to talk to her?" This was something that Omo wasn't expecting but he immediately answered in a positive reply. "Yes!"As he finished his call it dawned on him that he didn't know the woman's first name, he called her only as 'Mrs. Cook'. "I wonder what her first name is", he muttered to himself as he dialled the number her husband had given him. Mrs. Cook at that minute was slobbering over the cock of a man she had met in a local book store. She made no. ... They got to the house about 25 minuets before me and when I came inside Dawn was showing him her sewing room. He asked if the next time he needed some sewing done if she's mind doing it for him and that naturally he'd be happy to pay for it. She said that would be fine .... that some extra $$$ was always welcome. I came in and gave Dawn a kiss and pinched her on the but and she playfully smacked my hand and told me to stop because we had a guest. I looked over at Tyrell and winked and. ... Im starting to wear out man...” I moan to Jose.He leans forwards, his head right against my rising and falling chest and looks up at me.“Lean back, man” he says trying to support my back with his hand while I lean my back onto the bed.By now I feel like a fucking pretzel but turns out it's just some sort of Ninja-Move to get back ontop without having to take out his cock.Before I knew it I was back onto my back, legs wrapped around his back and his face, chest and 6-pack were in plain view..