I'm talking about my mother fucking, and being fucked by, some very impressively endowed (and much younger) black guys!When I first clicked on the fol...er, one I'd never seen before, I had no idea what it contained, but I was curious since I hadn't seen it before. Then---BOOM!---there they were; dozens of dozens of photographs of my mother, and two different black guys. The locations weren't the same. They appeared to be in some sort of mid-priced hotel room. At first I wasn't sure who the. ' What morons.He pushed Patrick's number. He heard 'Please enjoy this ringback tonewhile your party is reached,' followed by a very distorted recording ofLady GaGa singing, 'Born This Way,' causing Parker to shake his head."Park!" came the excited voice of Parker's brother through the phone."I was just thinking about you and Livy. What's up?" Hey, Poot." Parker did enjoy hearing his brother's voice. He missedseeing him. "I... Umm... I got a problem, Poot, and I am wondering ifyou might be able. Do you have any girlfriends now?" No. I broke up a couple of months ago," I said in an uneasy tone. Man, did I want to fuck her silly."Sorry about that. Is it me, or is it starting to feel a bit warm in here?" she asked in a seductive way. By the way she was talking, I certainly knew where this conversation was heading to. Laura took off her flip-flops and her white T-shirt. She now only had her blue shorts and her black bra on. I could resist. I just had to look at her amazing boobs."Wow," I. That might sound easy, but when you are impossibly rich, royal, and live like a fabled playboy of old, normal isn’t always an everyday occurrence. Joan loved the ocean. She was positively captivated by the swells and booming of the waves upon the rocks below my villa. Our day was just as lazy as we wanted it to be, and it was by mutual agreement that we waited to talk about how to deal with Deirdre.If it were possible, I was in a quite rage about Deirdre having Sheldon killed. How could anyone.