I repeat, a parody.With adult content. Because of that, people under the authorized age to see erotic material wherever they live aren't allowed to re...d this story.Anyone else who bears something against the content, characters or anything else must also look somewhere else to be.If you are fit to read this story and contribute with something, feel free to do so.Thanks and now, enjoy this work as much as I did writing.Who is this Nicolet D’Arcey you talked about at the last chapter, my dear. You don't have a clue about what it's like to be me or Terrill or any of the other kids that live in that fucking ghetto that your kind built to keep us out of sight and out of your way. It's just a god damn warehouse you built to keep your niggers in! You grew up in a fucking mansion and went to all the best schools. I bet daddy gave you a fucking Corvette when you turned sixteen didn't he?!"I was still trying to get his hand out of my hair and my head felt like it was about to explode. He. The first real snow had hit last night, followed by flurries through the mid morning. I sat on the rocking chair on my porch, bundled up in my oversized pendleton blanket and nothing else. Wood was split and stacked for the next season if necessary. Satellite was tuned and cleaned, with a line of sight to the stars cleared by me the previous summer. Generator serviced, wired, fueled up,and ready to rock. And I had a cupboard full of preserved meats and vegetables, cabinet full of booze, mason. In a way I felt pride that someone else could fancy my wife and it seemed to make me randier when we were engaged in fore play later. “Seemed Trevor took a real shine to you, my lover! And I think you like him as well?” “I do like him, but what really got me interested was the way his cock threatened to escape from his trousers. He obviously Wasn,t wearing underpants and it stood straight out! If he,d unzipped his flies it would have jumped up and stood like a flag pole!” she laughed on.