I felt more like a high-priced whore than a wife. Now I’ve been replaced with a younger model. But it’s ok, that’s her problem now.I have Steve,... a great house and all the money I need. Needless to say, I’m fine.Enough about me...This one particular day we had decided to make a day of it. It had rained a little the night before so I told Steve to bring a change of clothes. The morning was beautiful; not a cloud in the sky to hide the mid July sun; a good day for tanning. With the bike on the. Our conversation was normal talking about worldly events and gossiping about the small town things. About 10 minutes have past and we've already finished eating and now just relaxing letting our meal digest. "I have to go to the bathroom, i'll be right back." My says to me standing up. "Alright mom hurry up." She walks to the bathroom thats across the restaurant and not even 2 minutes later I hear my phone go off. It was a measage from mom saying, "come here," with a smiley face by it. I. At 3:45, Cassandra’s school bus would let her off in front of the house. Then around 6:30, Abby and Cheryl would get home.Sammy told Nathan and Arthur his plan for kidnapping their eighteen-year-old white half-sister and the sexy little fifteen-year-old redhead.“Are we going to fuck them and then turn them out?” Nathan asked.“Are they gonna be our whores like Andrea?” Arthur asked.“Do either one of you have a problem with the blonde being your half-sister?” Sammy asked the two boys.“Hell no!. It was light and airy and seemed to float as he moved itthrough the air. He quickly pulled it on and went to the kitchenfiguring he would shower after breakfast."Cassie, you have excellent taste," Wendy commented as Brad passedthrough. "That dress looks terrific on him. I might have to see if Ican find one like it." Thanks," Cassie smiled. "He has a nice body. I think he'll look goodin most anything."Brad fixed them all breakfast and they sat and talked about each otherthrough most of the day.*.