” He sat down on the couch and put his feet up on the ottoman. He was wearing work boots, blue jeans, and a wife beater under an opened flannel butt...on up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still tell that he was a muscular man. “Haha I’m surprised that those aren’t falling off of you. What happened to your pants?” I sat down on the couch next to him. “Haha I have them cinched up tight as they go but they still keep falling down all the time. I spilled some tea on my pants so I threw them. “Who was the girl?” Charlotte asked in a whisper.“She’s not my girlfriend, if that what you were wondering. Was this girl back in Liverpool? Was she your girlfriend?”Charlotte glanced down at her hands then back up to stare into Fiona’s eyes.“No, my best friend. She had fancied me of ages but was scared to make a move and then the night before we left, she kissed me in her bedroom.”“Just kissed?” Fiona’s question was whispered into the night.Charlotte blushed again. Her cheeks felt on fire. She. She always looked at me in a different manner but I didn’t get it. One day I visited in morning at around 11 .My eyes went on her blouse from which her boobs were bulging out; her size must be 38d I thought. Soon I remembered she was my mami and I should not look at her like that. The other moment she changed her position and her pallu fell revealing the water melons she had. I could not take off my eyes. I took out my mobile and took some snaps. I went near her and took closer pics of her. He noticed that pouty lips, swollen from harsh kisses, and her tiny tits swollen and covered in love bites. Liam felt himself getting angry again. "3 days! That is how long you have been here! 3 days and you already have some punk snacking on your pussy like your a certified slut like your mother!" he roared as he unzipped and removed his pants. Lucy heard his zipper undo and lifted her tear streaked face. Liam stood in his boxer shorts with his tattooed covered biceps bulging and his tight.