It's a long story and as long as you eat me I'll tell you.? I nodded and continued to eat her pussy. ?This all started a long time ago and I don't kno... exactly when or where, but I know since my great great great grand mother, none of there husbands ever sired a c***d with their wives. The father always inseminated the wife's daughters. The truth of the matter is Anna is my mom's husbands, c***d not yours.? After hearing this I must have passed out. The next morning, Anna woke me up and helped. “Ok,” she replies, surprisingly not mad about the late Friday at work. “I’ll be in bed when you get here, try not to wake me, I’ll be pretty exhausted.”“No worries honey, I’ll pretend I’m a burglar, and sneak in,” you quip back.“Ugh,” she groans, “really? You're not a dad yet. Well, get back to work and earn that promotion!” she jokes, laughing.“Yes Ma’am,” you reply, “I love you too.”When you hang up, you notice a number of text messages on your phone: one of your buddies is inviting you to. "Look anywhere you like." Anne Marie still holding his hand, had now calmed down a bit. He could see that she was struggling to control her feelings."Oh I'm so sorry darling I've made a fool of myself haven't I?."She cried, as she rested her head on his shoulders, appreciating that somehow she had been wrong."Can I stop with you tonight please Tony?" I love you so much and I'm sorry I'm so jealous."She pleaded, as she rubbed her body provocatively against his Tony looked into her eyes, still. Ambrose, the elderly priest who had devoted so many years of his life to his small parish."You know as well as I, this money comes from our friend in the mountains. He was led to it, that it might serve those whom the spirits would aid. That means you, and we've had this argument before. So, please, just be still and take the money. If you can't use it here, use it for your reservation work on the eastern side."Jim handed the banded stack of bills to Fr. Ambrose, smiled at his old friend, and.