Reid sat beside Monica. "Have some home-baked Christmas cookies." I can't remember when was the last time I had home-baked Christmas cookies," Reid sa...id. "I know it wasn't at my house."Reid slipped off a threadbare bathrobe he had brought and slid into Monica's bed. He seemed to sink into it. Monica approached him wearing a long-sleeved, satin poet's shirt. It had lace cuffs and collar, an embroidered bodice and a row of mother-of-pearl buttons that extended from the neckline to her navel. She. My friend’s mother knocked on the bedroom door and asked if I wanted breakfast or if I wanted to wait for Mike to get home. I said I would wait and she said ok, how about you take a shower and get ready. They should be home in an hour. I said ok and she said she would get me a fresh both towel. The guestroom I was in had a full bath and I went in and started to get myself ready for the day. Since the bedroom door was closed I left the bathroom door open so the bathroom mirror would not get. Mark grabbed my ass even tighter and impaled me as far as he could and his balls contracted, sending shot after shot of scalding hot seed deeply into my willing receptacle. Holding his dick as deep in me as he could, Mark jettisoned 2 weeks worth of waiting cum in me, flooding me more than anyone ever before, even Larry. When he was finished bathing me insides in his fertile seed, he exhaustedly leaned back, slipping his softening cock wetly from my ravaged and dripping wet hole. I could feel. When she did, in the same chair she had been sitting in the night they had first kissed not all that long ago, Naiya took a deep breath and finally started saying her piece."Look, you're right, okay. I was a bitch. I know that. I can't even begin to argue with that. You deserved so much more than what I gave you. You deserved the truth, you deserved my trust, you deserved ... I don't know ... you deserved like everything I didn't do. I know that. Hell, I knew that. I mean the whole fucking time.