For years I would lie in bed and pretend that he was overseas, fighting spies and saving countries from nuclear destruction, like James Bond. One nigh... the phone rang downstairs as I imagined my father coming home victorious. I got so excited because I just knew it was him and he was coming back for us.“My mother was crying when she hung up and I ran down to see what was wrong. ‘Your Grandfather passed away this afternoon, Baby,’ was all she said, and we held each other and cried for. Of course, my wife Samantha was nothing to be ashamed of. She and I had a perfect personality mix, and her body always turned me on. Her nice white skin, sandy-blonde hair, and blue eyes were a nice mix, and I loved my wife’s large B-cup breasts and pink nipples. She carried her 135 pounds well, and had a plump rear and curvy hips that looked good on her. But Tara seemed to have just a little bit more, and perhaps it was simply the “grass is greener” syndrome. Yet Tara’s body seemed a little. “You heard me, you bastard! You’re an asshole! I aborted your baby!”“Go to hell, bitch!”“Meet me there, asshole!”“Fuck you,” Alphonso Macklin threw his phone across the room shattering it.“You okay,” asked Shayne Keyes who had just rushed in the bedroom.“My ex trippin’,” the excon divulged. “She say she got rid uh my baby!”“What?!?”“Guess I got her stupid ass pregnant. And she got her an abortion!”“I’m so sorry,” the thin femme dude with the mocha complexion intimated.“Fuck! I’m pissed. She. He was approaching pure lust.He walked over to Sue whose eyes were now closing as she began to involuntarily doze off for a nap after her moving chores. He knelt down on his knees next her prone body and looked upon her like she was a goddess. His hands moved over her slowly raising and falling breasts just inches above the material and he wanted to touch them like his life depended on it.And then he crossed the line.He moved his hands up to Sue's arms and kissed her on her slightly parted.