He shrugged. **** She was sitting at the dinette table stirring her coffee. "He's been gone a year," she said. "Look, Pamela, he's gone and he's go...e for good that's obvious. You need to get with the program, divorce him, marry me, and live happily ever after," said Ronald Pollard. She snickered. "Unless he's proven to be dead, I am not marrying anybody else. No matter what anybody thinks, including him. I love him and I want to grow old with him. But, if I was inclined to marry someone. Any man would want to make love to you."She laid her head on my shoulder and we snuggled for a few minutes. Then she kissed me on the cheek and went off to bed.Day 7 Thursday, October 28Mom was in the best mood I'd ever seen her in the next morning. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek when I got myself a cup of coffee."What's up, Mom. You seem happy." I am happy. I've agonized for years over filing for divorce. I always thought I'd feel so lonesome. Now that I've done it, it's like I have. . but ... She’s staying in room 1543.”That was only two floors beneath mine. Naughty.“Now breed me!” she moaned, pressing away from me and leaning against the elevator’s silver-paneled wall. She hiked her smock, revealing a pair of neon-green panties that almost shone against her ebony skin, the crotch soaked by her juices “I need it so bad.”My dick twitched. I could breed her then enjoy a nubile bride.I pounced on her, pressing my tits against her smock, feeling her round breasts beneath. Our. So we walk out to her car and we are at Debbie's big house in like two minutes. So Debbie fixes both of us a drink of some short and we are off to her bedroom to see what clothes she has and what will go with what. We are mixing and matching clothes and Debbie is trying them on and what not when she put on this shirt, "Debbie, I think you should not wear a bra with that one." I stated. "I think I agree." Debbie said and then she pulled the shirt off and then her bra. Now I had only a glimpse.