I don't know what it was, but with each passing month Lexy got a little rounder and the rounder she got the sexier I found her to be. I just couldn't ...keep my hands off of her. I fucked her every night, sometimes two and three times, and I fucked her in the morning before leaving for work. I told my secretary that I was going to call on customers and then I left the office to hurry on home. The florist's delivery van was parked in front of the house when I got there so I went around to the back. So, Sergei backed his threats with action. Bishop’s secretary was accosted in the street on her way home from work. A lock of her hair was cut, and the next day it arrived in a Fed-ex box marked personal.A week later, Sergei received a Fed-ex box. When the box was opened, they found the right hand of the man who had cut the secretary’s hair.Sergei got the message. Bishop had friends whose predilections for violence were more extreme than the Russian mob was accustomed to, or able to. The biggest sensation of Sunday afternoon came when the girls stripped down to track shorts and sports bras for the game. They wore matching blue shorts with white mesh sides and black tops. Greg wore a black T-shirt instead of a bra, of course.The opponents’ eyes tracked the girls whenever they’d move either to watch Hailey’s bobbing breasts or to try to catch a glimpse of Tiffany or Molly’s panties in their loose shorts. The referee missed several obvious infractions from Hailey’s team. Then I stood up and licked my finger clean, savoring the taste of Ernie's recent gift.Five times in one week; that meant she wasn't fucking some date, but more likely a full-time lover. Mother had to know who he was. It was a tossing and turning night as I tried to fall asleep, to forget what was in the forefront of my maternal mind.Ginny returned the following day to spend some time with me and to pick up her laundry. We were sitting on the back porch, chug-a-lugging some lemonade. No one.