Who is this?” “You honestly don’t know? I kept your number I thought you’d keep mine?” he said“Um… nope no idea who you are, did my husb...and give you my number?” I asked. A few minutes went by before he replied.“LOL no, I think if he knew I was texting you he’d be pissed.” He said. Now I started to wonder… Was this Kent my ex from high school? I couldn’t think of who else it could be so I asked.“Who is this? Is this Kent?” I asked.He replied instantly, “Yes it is, glad you figured it out!” I. We’re going to do the same thing here, too. We’re looking for some asshole named Prince Alfred, and we’re going to kill him and all his men. Anyone who steps aside and says ‘He ain’t my Prince’ will be left alone. We don’t have a beef with them. Just this Alfred asshole.”“Why you mad at the Prince?”“He took something of ours. We’re going to take it back. We figure it’ll be a lot easier if we kill him first, though. We’re willing to let his men surrender if they want, but we’re also willing to. So let’s jump to the mom and son sex story that continued for at least 2 years. It’s not that easy to make fantasies happen in real life.So after reading my real sex stories that I got to fuck my neighbors and aunt, this guy, the reader, contacted me through emails. He asked quite a lot of questions, which I was obviously bored to answer. But this guy tried so hard to get some advice from me.He asked me to guide him to seduce his mom and fuck her. So initially, I thought it’s not gonna be easy. "There is no husband," she said bitterly."Boyfriend, then. I don't give a toss what he is. Just tell me." There's no boyfriend, either. There's nobody. Nobody at all!"And with that confession, Wendy broke down in another explosion of tears. Her head fell forward into her palms, through the fingers of which the tears seeped through and onto the cotton-silk fabric of the outfit she'd spent so long selecting in Pro-Nuptia.Woz probably bought her clothes in Top Shop or Gap, and they were.