Forgetting the deadlline completely, I watched mesmerized as the bulge on her chest rose and fell with her breathing, standing out at all times agains... her flat stomach and narrow waist, partly obscured by the book. This sight was, even before I realized it, giving me a hard-on, and I couldn't help but lean closer, close enough to feel her warm breath brush against my face, her black hair caressing my face, even as she slept in blissful ignorance. Inspite of this proximity to her face however,. Johnson. Being the ornery young man I was(something I had inherited from Mom) I said "Yes twice" in response to her comment earlier "I still haven't wiped it off the ceiling yet if you want to see". "What's this about a ceiling, your Mother and I were talking about her catching you and then you taking so long in the shower we knew what you must have been doing". My mother hadn't told her about me splattering the ceiling. Then she continues "But I'm very interested in hearing about the ceiling. The two ladies had already talked withhim and found out several important facts, starting with his name. KevinHamilton, which surprised everyone, especially Grace, as she wasdescended, through her mother from Caroline Hamilton, a very powerful17th century Elder. Grace thus carried in her the two most powerfulbloodlines in the entire world of the light. This boy was a distantrelative, most likely, and through some lucky combination of genes, was aperson of power."My dad was Cletus Hamilton,. “I will stretch your holes to make it easier for my dad to fuck you.”“You are a fucking riot, Jerome,” she laughed, wiping her eyes, suddenly realizing that her chance to jump out of the car at a red light had passed now that he was on a dirt road.Jerome did not say anything else as he realized that he had already said too much, especially about his dad fucking her. That was something that he should not have said but he was hoping she had been laughing too hard to catch it. Within five minutes.