The attention, the willing fans, and the praises flying in from all over the globe by both men and women that adore her. Then there are days when she ...regrets it. She hates the time it takes up, the way those same fans that claim their undying love demand so much out of her. Hates the way that some people perceive her. Are they real? Are they fake? Is that a weave? Are you a stripper? Are you a whore?She tries to ignores the haters but they unfortunately come with the job. It is the job, the. "No. Not that. I want to be in you." No. I can't. I just can't." Please, Mom. Let me." No."Suddenly, Mom clasped me tightly to her, my upright cock pinched against her soft belly.She whispered harshly, excitedly, into my ear, "Do you want to lie on me? I'll let you on top and you can rub yourself on me. Would you like that?"Desperate for any action, I nodded, "Yeah, yeah."Mom turned and walked to the bed. I caught up to her as she leaned one knee on the edge, poking my hardon between her. Miss Komukai’s only trip she would be making was to her final resting place, her lovely glass coffin. I arrived at Miss Komukai’s apartment and let myself in at 4.00. I smiled. I was very excited as I knew all the planning had come to this. I planned on ambushing her in the kitchen. I held my coaxial cable in my hand squeezing it nervously. I was hungry. I helped my self to a snack in the refrigerator. After all Minako wouldn’t be needing it. I smiled darkly.It was 7.00 and my hands were. I just felt ashamed of how easily I caved in to their demands to get married to someone who I saw almost like a brother. We’d been friends since we were eight. My parents thought we’d be a good match. I didn’t know how I could tell you.”Before I could say anything Steven came back, “Kyla, Bree is asking for you. Also, I couldn’t reach Kyle. But I’ll continue to try.”I was feeling overwhelmed. I couldn’t look him in the eyes as I quietly said, “Thank you. And don’t worry about Kyle. He texted me.