Remember when we were kids? There wasn't anything you couldn't tell me or talk to me about. The same goes now." Okay, but let's leave it until after s...upper. Right now, we have something to celebrate. My brother got himself a job. That's pretty special, even for a guy that's retired," she tried one last time to get him off the subject of her dilemma and back to his own achievement.Brandon described his new position, and how it tied into some of the things he'd done previously in his life. The. . it's one simple line from one verse that is sung in perfect tune that can send a message without the need for a question and eliminate moment by complicating things with my erratic communication being to open & too honest about things. I realize I can be a turn-off at times. It is on my mind, with intentions to bring the ole fun me back... the guy that disappeared a few years ago.I thanked BM yesterday for having me over. I had a blast. I also had a blast the night before meeting his. Then I felt her finger in my asshole. Halfway in. All the way in. "Ohh." Yeah, Davia likes Mommy in her pussyhole. Huh? Huh, Babe?" Y..yssss Mom..mommmmy. Ahhhhhhh!"Cumming. Hot jizz flying out of my dick. "Thas right. Shoot it out, honey. Shoot your cream, for Mommy. That's a good girl. Yeah. Davia's got a big load for her Mommy. Huh? Huh, Babe?"I collapsed in her loving arms.When I woke up I was in her bed and apparently we had taken a nap. Frieda was beaming at me. Playing with my hair. "You. ”“For the last time, I’m not going to back down.”Back down from what? Why was she fighting so hard to do something when she wasn’t sure what it was? What she would have to do?“Okay. I’ll take you.”She started to jump up and down.“On two conditions. You do everything I say that night.”“Okay.”“And if you chicken out, I get your iPhone.”This stopped her. She had an eleven. Brother had a seven. If she chickened out, this would be a serious step-down. But she had come this far.“You’re on!”So it was.