shirt. I closed my eyes tightly to reminisce the whole thing but I couldn't trace it back to how we were two in the room. I opened my eyes gently and looked back at the figure but still couldn't labe

couldn't place my anger. The shock on her face was funny. What was she expecting in a strip club? Reading the angelus? Why was she acting like a saint when obviously she was ready to get laid too? The look on her face caught my attention. I stared at her generously and knew exactly what she looked like. A little curvier than her face looks, huge but firm titties and a brunette. I didn't get to see the colour of her eyes though. Her thought crowded my mind but I was withdrawn from it when I felt a warm substance curled around my waist under the shower. I turned around and saw a naked Jessie. "It hits harder under the shower, you know," she stood on her toes to kiss me but I turned my head away, making her lips touch mine lightly. "Doesn't this give you some type of flashbacks?" she asked as she rubbed her hands on my chest. I glared at her, unsure of what response to give her. "I know you want it, Richard," she said with a smile. "I know you want it. Stop fighting back," she said again but I didn't say a word to that. She knelt down on the cold, wet floor and rubbed on my sleeping cock, stroking it up and down in a slow-motion and in no time, the organ got hard and was brought back to life. I bit on my lower lip, trying hard not to moan. I didn't want to give her that satisfaction. The one she always craved for. She looked up at me and realized that. She took my full length into her mouth, deep throat, playing sheepishly with my balls. I was about to let out a l

was suffering. Suffering within her. I never knew she was sick. I sat on my bed with my eyes closed trying to avoid being emotional but it couldn't be evaded. I miss my mum, I miss her so much. I sat up in bed at the ring of my phone and saw the caller to be my dad. "Hey, dad" "Hey, Richard." he greeted and it was so unusual. He doesn't do pleasantries nor does he cut the chase. He's used to beating around the bush except for this time, he did all that. "We will be dining with your wife and her family. This marriage shouldn't only be a contractual one but also a proper one. You'll be informed about the date," This whole thing was his idea. Not meeting before the marriage was all his idea. I was getting curious but chose not to a