‘Why don’t you write your own book, Jimmy?’ Bethany asked after she returned. Maybe it would keep his mind off having sex with her every time th...ey were alone… not that she minded. Whatever he was doing to her, she never wanted him to stop. ‘Nobody would read it. There’s no glory in death, only fools will tell you otherwise.’ Tell that to the boys still resting beneath the poppy-strewn soil of Flanders along the Western Front. All quiet on the Western Front, indeed. People would be still talking. We've lived in the same house together ever since my dad pasted away. This is the story of the first day that I hooked up with her....First off let me paint you a picture. My step mother is about 5'6, black, with dark hair, double D's, a big chunky ass, thick thighs, big luscious lips, a pretty thin waist (she has a little belly on her but she is far from fat), and a very pretty face. People say that she kind of looks like an older Serena Williams. I believe he is about 46 years old or close to. .and the edge between the worlds becomes blurred...after an interminable amount of time the pictures inmy mind sharpen,,,my mind focusesand i become aware that i am walkingslowly in a forest,,unlike any inmy native land,,,i see a woman sitting in the distanceand as i approach i realise that it is thewoman i have been corresponding with...you,we sit facing each other,staring deeply into each others eyes,,,not a word is spoken,but each seems aware of the others thoughts...simultaneously our. I heard Sadee coo, and I knew she liked the feeling of the cold wood on her nipples. I slammed into her from behind without warning, and I felt the desk move. “Didn’t know I could do that,” I managed through clenched teeth, the feeling was amazing, and I was referring to my small build, I was stronger than I looked, but I didn’t think I’d be able to move a desk from something like that. Sadee nearly screamed, but held it in as I began to slid back and forth inside of her, the walls of her.