“Thanksgiving go OK?” queried Mel. “Tamales, dumplings, or turkey? What did you finally end up eating?”Tracy shrugged. “A little of everythi...g, even turkey.” Then she went silent, staring into the back yard, a hand snaking out to hold Mel’s. Something was wrong but he had grown smart enough to know to wait, to hang back, and it didn’t take long for Tracy to lean in to his shoulder and say, “Somebody brought up the friends, you know, when my mother was in rehab. Kind of put my mother on the. Tell me just one more thing. Will you? Lets hear. Are you up to now, cheated dad with another man? Thus anyway, you told me that Im a whore, slut, why it is important that if I cheat on your dad? This is not the answer. Why do you care? Thats interested in me, simply I want to know. If I tell you that I am, whether I be even bigger slut then? Come on mom, moooom, which is a problem, just asking you sincerely. Yes, I deceived him, Darko (my father) is totally indifferent to me, and I do not. Everything that led to mine and Ashley’s relationship was practically repeating itself, but there were two big differences this time. First off, I hated Izzy’s guts more then anything right now for insulting my work, and secondly, I wasn’t going to be used again.That night, I tossed and turned, dreaming about Izzy’s body up against mine, but at the same time I could see me giving her a piece of mind and even hitting her. It wasn’t look good for me, and I knew it. But this time there was nothing. The smile that crossed Sandy’s lovely full and passionate lips almost caused me to lose my wad right then and there, as it said, ‘I like it that way.’ But let me continue before you the ever patient reader gets bored. And right, and I mean RIGHT, next to me stood the luscious, delicious hunk of femininity, just dripping with sensual passion. Her hips were so close to my face I could almost smell the aphrodisiac aroma from her genitals. In my mind I could and they drove me wild. She slightly.