It was all that damn Marco’s fault. Chapter One: Milk Chocolate ‘Hey baby you tryin ta kill somebody this morning?’ A woman dressed in pants a...nd a blazer spied the obnoxious hobo to her right and kept walking. I was early and she wanted to stab most of the sound around her. She wasn’t a morning person. If a stray bird started to sing to her at 5 am outside her window, she wanted it to die. Still there was no reason to automatically get irritated. In fact it was vain. There was no need to. She used you and Mary to control me at my parents’ house. I have to believe she didn’t know about the bond. Jesus, if I thought she did, there could be no forgiveness ever. Even if I accept she didn’t know about the bond, I still have real problems with her whoring out her two granddaughters just to control me. And yes, I know you have different ideas about ‘sharing’ and sex, but when it comes right down to it, she wasn’t getting you to have sex with me for love, or even for pleasure. It was. As before, we both kept our eyes open as we kissed – our tongues already moving together with familiar intimacy. Once in a while, I could see her quickly glance over at Kelsey and my eyes would follow to see the teenager looking at us with great interest and maybe even a little bit of envy, her tongue peeking out to worry at her lips.When the kiss ended, I ran my tongue over my lips, savoring every bit of Michelle's taste and then gave Kelsey an awkward and embarrassed grin. She gave me that. You're practicing dancing again tomorrow and ifyou have to wash your girdle out you'd only be wearing it wet,' smirkedthe woman as she discarded her pants and lay on the bed with her legsapart, her labia lips glistening already. 'Now hurry up and gettonguing me.''Honey! I'm tired,' protested Jim.'Then you better hurry up and get me satisfied so you can get somesleep. You have to be up early in the morning. I want you to put in atleast two hours in your bra and girdle before going to work. You.