He left her after they first met and never came back. Little did he know that night when he messed around with my mom that was the day I was conceived....Many times my mom said I looked like him a little bit. The fact that I was kind of short was the one thing she pointed out. The dark hair and eyes was another thing (even though my mom has black hair too).“I’m just glad you didn’t get his nose,” my mom said one day, “That was his only real flaw. He had this terrible beak of a nose.”“I wish you’d. She sucked strongly but didn’t give it that theatrical head-bobbing and corkscrew manipulation such as some younger women do because they’ve seen it in porn and think they need to be proactive, equal to the man in their rudeness, their laddish lewdness.Zelma sucked Jaz’s cock as if she loved it; as if she loved men and had fast-tracked him to full service lest she lose him on the way.“Did you like that?” she asked, eventually coming up for air. “Or have I lost my touch?”“That was fantastic,” he. I tried to ignore it, that is until the yelling and screaming started. The next thing I heard was a slapping sound and a crying sob of “please stop, please.” I was extremely pissed at what I discovered, but I will not stand by when I think someone is abusing someone smaller or female.As I started for the guest room, Frank was just outside that door on the floor curled in a ball holding his crouch. Wendy was standing over him screaming “slap me again, you son of a bitch, if you move your hands,. There wasn’t a lot of space in the storage compartment, which was why I owned a trailer for real loads.When I pulled onto the site, I was about fifteen minutes early. I rode up and parked in the yard of the house under construction. The foundation and the piers had been set. None of the wood framing was in place though. It looked like it might be the crew’s very first day on the job site. If so I would be lucky. I might get to see the whole house go up.I walked up to the black man standing with.