”“Okay. Let me ask you about yesterday, okay? I’m just trying to help you understand what happened and maybe why. Why do you think you didn’t ...top what we were doing? Do you have any idea?”A few minutes passed, but i didn’t answer. i was still upset, and was trying to calm down.“Okay, that’s okay.” He paused as if he were thinking and then said, “Let me ask you this then. Yesterday, it seemed to me, and I might be completely wrong about this so don’t get upset, but it seemed to me that before. I needed a haircut. Dad's oldest friends have told me that I look just like him. I also have been told that I look like the actor Keanu Reeves. I was on the football, baseball, and basketball teams at my high school. I decided to forego college.It was the day of my 18th birthday that Mom died at the hospital. Less than a year before, she was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. She was in so much pain I was told that her dying was merciful. The last few weeks I visited her every day hoping. Such a hard-working young man. I've always known he'd be a huge success." You must be very proud of him." I'm grateful for Robert and Ketty's insistence I change into my fanciest dress. The platinum and diamond jewelry that seemed ostentatious in Boston quietly rejoices in being upstaged by Ketty's vintage Dior bar suit, custom-tailored to accommodate the monstrous cleavage and generous hips."He is a marvelous catch... if I do say so," she winks. Her features, while not beautiful, are strong. Lisa laid spreadeagled beneath him. Eventually they returned to reality. Phil eased his dripping prick out of her pussy. He lay on the bed beside her. It was some time before Lisa looked across at me. “I need you now, badly,” she said. I moved to the bed and knelt between her thighs. Rivulets of white cum coated the pink flesh of her cleft. The entrance to her vagina gaped open. Spunk dribbled down her backside onto the sheets. “Take me hard,” she urged.I ran my pulsing lump of hard meat.