-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Stood at the threshold of my apartment, I stared back like a savant idiot.“Bonjour English!” bright and airy, it floore... me.“Wow.”Her smile suggested that it was enough.In that Mondrian print dress, ruler straight, the same one from the Palais Garnier. It symbolised the day with blocks of red, white, and blue. Bright naked blue eyes, bold scarlet painted on her bow-shaped lips, a little colour on those high cheekbones. Nude legs, red high heels, hair loose in. The two of them ignored Hope who still suckled quietly at her mother’s breast.“You should uncover and unbind your hair,” he said to his sister.Constance nodded. “Will you help me?”Ezekiel carefully untied and removed the bonnet that concealed Constance’s hair and draped it over his arm. Constance reached up and removed the finely carved combs holding her hair in place. Then she shook her head and let her hair fall free around her. Ezekiel ran his hand gently through her hair and arranged it to. "And Miss Paperbrock was a hell of a better handler than Miss Grey." Right," said Justin, not wanting to argue the point. "Where is Saint George's again?" In Utah."Justin nodded, "Near where?" Near fuck-all," said Colin. "We always said, 'If you see anything on a map near Saint George's, your map is stained.'" Thanks, Colin," said Justin, rising. "I owe you one." Whatever," said Colin dismissively. "I don't know why the fuck you'd care."After his conversation with Colin, Justin looked at his. He knew how easy it would be right now to cram his cock into her and flood her belly with his boiling cum-load. She was coming, helpless to fight him off.He didn't do it. He knew it would be a mistake. Jodie would come around if he was just patient, but if he forced her, she'd resent it. He wanted his beautiful mother to submit to him sexually, and he wanted her submission to be total and eager. He couldn't get that by r****g her.No, he wanted to coax her along, seduce her slowly and.