“How bout you dying and Girl living?“Cully, don’t leave me here.” Why did I keep pondering her words from that wedding night?“Christ, I pray... it is not a harbinger.”“Me too.”And then answered:“Because it’s germane to what happened and what almost happened. You’ve got to grow the fuck up, Cully. And with the arrival of this man, this Tommy, now would be a great time to start that revelation, that makeover, if you will.”I’d never seen her more gorgeous. I’d been mesmerized in that parking lot.. Because you know I can't resist you... he would slip an arm round her waist from behind and bend to kiss her neck oh so gently. No, I cannot resist the need to touch you. You're not supposed to resist Sir.One exploring hand would glide up her soft skin and trace the underside of one breast. That always caused waves of excitement to course through her; reducing her to a puddle of weakness and overwhelmed nerve endings. It was different at different times. Sometimes at parties he would sneak up. My mother had come to my college a couple of times. Most of my mates, when they first saw her, thought that she was my elder sister. And when they finally believed she is really my mother, “Your mummy is fucking hot,” was what everybody had to tell me. Though they tried not to talk much about her in front of me, I would guess they were all over her deliciously curvy body.My mother was fair, she had creamy skin and the perfect body. Even my best buddies could not help but openly lust for her,. ..........Yes Ginger had adick.Ginger had long fingernails that were tapered at the tips and polished abrilliant red. They were longer than most women would feel comfortablewearing in public, but Ginger wasn't a woman and she did not care whatother people thought that saw her, she did it for Robert. She ran herfingers through her husband's hair as he continued stroking her erectionwith his lips in the up and down motion that was bringing so muchphysical stimulation as she read her book..