He Fucked Me And Came All Over My Sexy Tits

“I’ll try.”

I turned and made my way toward the elevator, then hesitated and turned around. I grabbed my pants and began pulling them on, trying to feel nothing again. “Why?” I repeated the question, attaching a completely different meaning to the word. “It was comfortable, though. She was comfortable. Jim and Phoebe had a cute two-year-old boy, and I would’ve bet a lot of money that he liked his dad as much as I did. I usually visited here early in the morning before work when the customers were more sparse. I didn’t feel like hearing anything else she had to say. My mom loved me, and after I was born, she finished school, leaning on her parents to help raise me since she stayed busy trying to build a life for us. “Me too.”

“Are you okay? “I didn’t know…”

“That doesn’t matter,” I snarled as I grabbed my wallet and keys. So, that’s what I was to her: an option. Her back, her shoulders, her ass… it was all a flawless work of art. Now, there was no chance I was going to do either of those. Lucas.”

“I keep telling you,” she said. Or pink… whichever one meant that my mom was pregnant.