I own everything free and clear. I make enough that my wife, the one that I 'keep the house' for, doesn't even have to work. And to top it all off, my...wife who wants for nothing comes home to me every night." He stopped at that, letting the words sink in for a moment before continuing."And Brad, if you want to belittle my success based on the fact that I answer to no one but myself, you really need to rethink your argument." He smiled and glared at the taller man. "Besides, it's clear from what. He lunged forward and felt the turgid head of his cock meat tear the thin flesh as he sank into Heather until his distended testicles bounced against her ass. As for Heather she felt only a moment of sharp pain then a fullness that was unlike any feeling she had ever had. Due to her tightness and Jake's excitement he shot his hot jism into Heather immediately. The moistness of Heather's young ripe pussy, mingled with a small amount of blood and Jake's copious load of sperm, made Heather's. "She bowed her head and nodded. I used my hand to tilt her chin up and smiled."I love you mom." She smiled."I love you to Sir." She gave me a quick kiss before saying goodbye and rushed out the door. I decided I wanted to just spend my day hanging out and relaxing. I sat down on thecouch and watched t.v. for a while, wondering what the picture mom was gonna send me wouldlook like. I turned it on Sportcenter and watch a story about some football player who cheatedon his wife and fell asleep. I. He raised the phone to his ear again. "Evelyn," he said. "Really!" she said hurriedly, "is it about me?" "Look," he said, still struggling to find the words, "I always thought you were so beautiful and, well, it was never meant to actually be you." "So it is about me," she said, “Yvette is me." "Only in appearance!" he said desperately, “I modeled her appearance after you. All the other stuff, that was all in my imagination!" "So," she said slowly, "Stuart is you." "Not really!" he replied.