.. Fuck! What in the world am I doing? Helping a notorious pimp plan a new business model?Yet. Think about those poor kids. Working out of those two s...eazebag motels. An apartment building in a decent neighborhood would be better for them than those motels. Probably. Maybe.I sighed. What am I getting myself into? I heard myself say, “Want me to look into apartment buildings?”“Please.”Please.“How big, how many units? Apartments.”“I be flexible on real estate, Winter. Just like everything. Eight. That voice alone was enough to rumble deep beneath his heart and stir in his stomach.“No.” Xavier responds, despite himself. He only wanted to get back to sleep. Stanley being awake all night fussing would interrupt that for sure.“Okay.” He can barely see through the weak flames, when his friend turns to lay back on his own bedding. Stanley's was made of an old bear hide, if he remembered correctly. Xavier decides in that moment that it isn't worth his time to think about, and moves to stare. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. "It does. And we've got several more inches to go."I watched my mom bite her lower lip while she continued lowering her body on to me, with my cock pushing its way inside her rectal area that felt as tight as a grip of a hand. It was clear that her body was struggling to get used to something foreign going up that tiny little hole in this unnatural act; but it was equally clear by the look on her face that she was enjoying this experience as much as. That really got me excited. "Ooook mooooommy, but I happen to becarrying my pretty things in my car." I made a half turn and went to thegarage.For a moment I thought about leaving the place, but I sure was intriguedby this once in lifetime chance."You can use the spare bedroom next to the garage honey, take your time.I want to see you all dolled up."I rushed to my car and brought a couple of bags into the room Cynthiasuggested. It was bigger that I could imagine. It had a queen sized bedwith a.