Members of the Kendall, Porter and Harwell clans, many members of the Argus, Cort, Osterhous and Mitchell clans as well. There were Ralstons and Wilso...ns, Warners and Thompsons. All the families who were part of the Kendall clan and those who had been friends before the reaping. Not all their members, but a few families from each at the minimum. Some were content to stay. Some were afraid to go. Some were unwilling, without more idea of where they would be going, to drop everything on Greta. This only made me jack off faster thinking of my son sexually excited by the thought of me knowing he was a slut. "I think it's time to give him some fresh lube for the next round," Jamal laughed, slapping Ben's ass hard enough to leave a red hand print. "Mmmmmmmmph!" Ben moaned out followed by him gagging and slurping as he pushed his ass back up as if wanting Jamal to spank him again. I'd never thought my son would get into being spanked. My late wife and I never believed in corporal. Then Brandi comes along and it seemed like you were happy. I was happy for you. I truly was. But I realized I wasn't happy. I admit, I was shellfish; I wanted your attention again. I think that's part of why I did what I did, but I know I would have done it at some point. I had to let you know how I felt. Nia, you don't know the effect you have on people. I'm sure Brandi tells you, but I feel under your spell as well. Even though I want you happy, I can't apologize for my feelings." I sighed. We had some tea, light snacks and a bottle of wine.Around 7.45 Vanessa got up from the settee and exclaimed, right shower, hair and makeup time, with that she danced her way up the staircase. I could hear her singing in the shower, and louder over the hair drier. She eventually came down stairs, I gulped when I saw her, I swear my mouth dropped open, it must have done, because she said, you’ll be catching flies. If I had to describe her look, it was like the cover of Pulp Fiction, but in real.