Jasmine and I just shook our heads as we put all the furniture back where it belonged, put on a pot of coffee and started breakfast. It was still earl...y, but there was no way we were going to be able to go back to sleep. I did think of something else that we could do in bed, but Jasmine seemed to be in another world.Our relationship, which wasn’t exactly cool to begin with, seemed to really heat up after Granny’s visit. I felt that it was time to be more proactiveI would say that we dated,. He had felt betrayed. His trust of others, never his strong suit, had been badly damaged by her suicide. He had been very moved by Heather’s descriptions of Page and Willow. She had said they were fierce in their loyalty to him. Those words had brought him peace and had filled a void in his heart.He placed his feet on the floor and stood. His injured left foot felt strong and stable. He took a small step that only resulting is a small pulling sensation from the damaged toes. He flexed the. He brought my hand quickly inside his dashiki and brushed it against his hard dick. If felt huge. But how could we fuck in such a crowded place? At night we all ate sitting on the ground and then everybody went to sleep. Mr. Mkome quietly lowered my pijama pants and sneaked a hand between my thighs. His big fingers found my pussy. He finger fucked me. We all went back to sleep. I wondered where this all would take me. Early next morning, before everybody woke up, Mr. Mkome brought me to his. I drained my own son dry, but I did make him use a condom because I wasn’t comfortable with my son’s bare dick inside me. Besides, I would never want to be caught dead pregnant with my own son’s baby.After dinner, I took a shower and wanted to go to bed early. But then my son came in my room and I knew what he had in mind. We fucked all night long and my scream of having my orgasm filled the room. Then finally when we were both drained, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. I knew we were no.