• Desmond bullying in childhood• Mom’s funeral• Revenge on Desmond• The Moonlight Mariner• CynthiaI wanted to choose the Moonlight but cur...osity was said to kill the most curious of cats and Cynthia had more than piqued that within me. I donned my breathing mask and was out before my eyelids could shut good. My mind was a very vivid place so it only heightened with my chamber’s direction. On the contrary Desmond still slept the traditional way. He wasn’t a dreamer like I. He and I shared DNA. Don't torture him like that." My wife said as she glanced between the rise and my pants and the clothes my daughters wore. "You're one to talk, Mom." Liza retorted She had a point. My wife was wearing sluttier clothes than either of them. A low cut and cropped t shirt showed her strikingly sexy torso, while her booty shorts showed that gloriously smackable ass. My wife and I wear very sexually active. Everything in the book we've tried. And I mean everything.[i]"I'm married and am allowed to. The twenty-three year old cashier was easily identified by her closely cropped copper hair and the spiral flame tattoo racing up her right arm.Looking around Sam felt he was in a good spot. Far enough away from Nancy that she wouldn’t be able to tell what he was up to, but close enough he had a good view of her body.Sam had always considered the self-professed lesbian to be highly fuckable. Possessing both an open flirtatious personality and a pair of knockers large enough to puff out her baggy. She bent over.“I didn’t say it,” Lillian responded.I saw one of the drunken males try to cop a feel on her curves. Raven turned around, catching him red-handed. I chuckled.“That’s my not-so-little cousin,” I said.“Isn't it a bit ironic?” Lillian asked me.“What?”“That all of a sudden you see the light, because your cousin works here.”“No, I’ve noticed more in my old age that more and more of us dudes are on the sexual rampage. I'm not going to lie and say I'm an angel. Because in high school,.