"I love how you read my mind Helene" , I replied with a huge devilish grin on my face. No more words exchanged she pulled my BBC out her cunt spit sev...ral times on the big head of my cock , as I smacked her big ass again but harder this time than the first. " My Bull Stud push apart your whore's ass cheeks , so I can slid your hungry throbbing big dick into my whore ass." Mmmmm" , I roared as I entered her tight asshole. "Yes Daddy , fuck my. big white whore ass! " "Tell me your my naughty. Harold picked up the nearest object and started threatening the tiger with it. “Absolutely classic and absolutely correct. That behavior has not changed in two million years. We protect our children first, before ourselves. Otherwise the genes cannot survive. The idea postulates that our genes drive that behavior. The genes are willing to sacrifice the host animal” he gestured at Charlene and Harold, “in order to ensure their own survival in the offspring.” This turned into one of my more. ”“Why was that?” he asked, predictably.“Because according to Samantha, her dad hit on every one of her friends. It’s one of the things she complained bitterly to me about. And what drove her to want to leave home. She couldn’t have friends at home without her dad hitting on them. And that made her very uncomfortable.”“I understand that Mr. Spurgeon has homes besides Chicago. Have you been to any of them?”I shook my head, “No. I know about them from Samantha, but I’ve never been to any of. The question is whether you’re perfect for each other.’ You love me. You encourage me. You pray with me and for me. You make me want to be the best man I can be and the best runner I can be and the best ... the best everything I can be. These past couple of months have been miserable for me ... I mean, I know it doesn’t even begin to compare with what you’ve been going through, but losing you was like having a piece of my soul ripped out, and I didn’t know what I was going to do if it was.