Before I would give you a nickel I would damn near give the business away. I'd make sure neither of us got a dime. Then I'd file for divorce and every...hing we have talked about here would be void." You wouldn't give up a business and route that you took a lifetime to build. I know it must be worth a couple of hundred thousand dollars. I'm not that stupid."Aaron spoke, "Mary, what John told you is true. He could sell his business for a hundred dollars if he wanted to. You have to decide whether. We made love in my bed three times. The first time was slow and loving. The second was a bit raunchier. The third was all out aggressive and passionate. I had replayed the events of that summer with Belinda and Marcela in my mind so many times, that I found myself fantasizing about it as we made love and almost felt guilty for it. After we were finished, we laid in bed panting in the dark. Belinda asked me if I had plans the next night. I didn’t. She told me that Marcela was getting in. She spoke to him in her strange language. He guessed it was the language of the Gods, although she did not want him to bow to her, as she had demonstrated earlier."I don't know what to call you? Should I call you a great spirit or God?"He tilted his head looking at her, she responded in her own language, he didn't know what she was saying but it sounded like music, her voice was so pleasant he didn't care what she was saying."My father wanted to go to the strange tribe and warn them of that my. The front door opened and there was silence for a few seconds, then all of a sudden the entire porch lit up with the flash of his camera/phone. He then spit on my ass and pushed his already hard dick slowly into me, I asked if he can go slower as his cock was starting to hurt me. He told me to be quiet and not make a single sound until told to do so, remembering the reward, I tried my best to be quiet. He did not care about me at all, which I actually like. After a couple of minutes he handed.