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Alia woke up and walked down the stairs. She started a pot of coffee. Her mother-in-law was stirring about in the living room. “Good morning, Mama Bee!”
“Hey sweetie pie. How are you?”
“I’m good. How are you?”
“I’m okay, chile. I was lookin’ for my photo album, but I can’t find it.”
“Oh...It’s over by the TV.”
“Thank you love,” said Glenda Branch as she grabbed the picture book and disappeared into her room.
Alia sat down on a barstool by the kitchen island. She flipped through the pages of a Paula Deen recipe magazine. She decided to make a version of the chicken and rice casserole.
Doug trampled down the stairs. The six-foot-six man went straight to the coffee pot. He pulled a mug out of the cabinet that read, “Best Granddad”. He said ro his wife, “Morning, baby! How you doing?”
“I’m fine,” shared Alia.
“Wanna sneak back upstairs,” asked the older man.
“Of course! Give me a minute.”
Doug walked up to the master bedroom. He pulled off his dark grey T-shirt and blue gingham pajama pants. He climbed onto the California-king-sized bed and waited for his lovely woman. His nine-and-a-quarter-inch dick got rock hard as he thought about how Armand transitioned to Alia. His bare chest was covered with a bit of stubbly taco-meat looking hair. He had on nothing but a silver chain with a gold key hanging from it.
Alia entered the bedroom. She began shedding her light-pink pajamas. Her perky 34A boobs stood at attention with hard, puffy nipples. She wiggled her body and said, “Look at me, Daddy!”
“You’ve been a bad girl. Daddy needs to spank you,” Doug barked.
“Yes, sir,” Alia replied.
“Bring that sexy li’l body to Big Daddy.”
Alia sashayed over to the bed. The pink chastity device shook as she moved closer to him. Her four-foot-eleven, chocolate was tantalizing. Doug’s dick was jumping.
“Get on over here, you bad girl,” Doug commanded.
Alia climbed on top of Doug’s huge mass of a being.
“Ooh wee,” Doug exclaimed.
“Owwww,” cried Alia.
“Take this dick, pretty baby,” Doug went deeper inside his wife.
“Oh, Big Daddy! Fuck me,” she wailed.
Doug pulled off one of his black socks and stuffed it in Alia’s mouth to muffle her screams. He put her flat on her stomach and pounded her from behind. As he worked his meaty manhood in and out her, she whimpered. He lowered his torso so she lips were next to her ears. He whispered, “Big Daddy loves this tight pussy. You like Big Daddy’s dick.”
“Unnnnh,” she groaned.
Doug hammered away.
The door was barely open and in popped young Marc. “Pop-Pop, I’m hungry.”
“Get outta here, boy. I’ll get you something to eat in a minute. Close the door,” yelled Doug.
“Okay,” the four year-old replied leaving the room.
“Take this dick, baby girl! I love you, Muffin. Oh shit! Big Daddy bout to come!”
Doug nutted hard inside Alia’s wet pussy. He got up and rinsed off then headed out to find his grandk**s and make breakfast. Alia slipped off to sleep.
As Doug cooked the eggs, his phone beeped. It was Kyron Torbert, the house manager at the 1928 Hummingbird Lane home. He was letting Doug know that the dishwasher wasn’t working. Doug replied that he would stop by in a few to look at it. Kyron said there was no need to rush.
Over the Hummingbird Lane location, Kyron was texting back and forth with Damien Potter. Kyron was a cosmetology teacher at HHSCC. He stood five-foot-eight-inches tall and had a cafe au lait complexion.
Damien was a former basketball player at HHSCC and lived in the house Kyron managed during his last year at the school. He was now playing at Illinois Wesleyan University. He was letting Kyron know that he was in the area visiting his grandmother and wanted to stop by for a minute. Kyron told him to come on over.
Fifteen minutes later, Damien pulled up in his onyx green 2004 Chrysler 300M. The six-foot-two, two-hundred-thirty-pound power forward strutted up to the door wearing a pair of BDG Tearaway baggy jeans, a red hoodie, and white Nike Air Max shoes. He rang the doorbell.
Kyron opened up wearing some light blue lace boyshorts. His long hair was pulled back into a messy bun.
“Ooh wee,” remarked Damien.
“You like it,” checked the thirty-one year-old.
“Hell yeah, sexy! Come on and suck on this dick!”
Kyron knelt down and pulled out Damien’s seven-and-a-half-inch member. He wrapped his loving, pink lips around the shaft and slobbered all over it. Damien began pumping his face. Kyron gagged.
Damien said, “Get on do couch! I wanna fuck you right quick.”
He slid his dick inside Kyron juicy butt hole. “Yeah, faggit! This pussy tight as a muthfucka!”
Damien thrust with great force. In the middle of his stroke game, the front door burst open. It was Doug coming to check the dishwasher.
“Don’t mind me,” coach said as he walked past the fucking dudes.
“You like dick, dontchu,” asked Damien.
“Hell yeah! Fuck my boipussy, nigga,” screamed Kyron.
“Oh shit, baby! I’m finna nut!”
Damien howled as he released his load of baby batter on Kyron’s ass. He wiped up with a towel and went into the kitchen to chop it up with Coach Branch.
“Hey sweetie pie. How are you?”
“I’m good. How are you?”
“I’m okay, chile. I was lookin’ for my photo album, but I can’t find it.”
“Oh...It’s over by the TV.”
“Thank you love,” said Glenda Branch as she grabbed the picture book and disappeared into her room.
Alia sat down on a barstool by the kitchen island. She flipped through the pages of a Paula Deen recipe magazine. She decided to make a version of the chicken and rice casserole.
Doug trampled down the stairs. The six-foot-six man went straight to the coffee pot. He pulled a mug out of the cabinet that read, “Best Granddad”. He said ro his wife, “Morning, baby! How you doing?”
“I’m fine,” shared Alia.
“Wanna sneak back upstairs,” asked the older man.
“Of course! Give me a minute.”
Doug walked up to the master bedroom. He pulled off his dark grey T-shirt and blue gingham pajama pants. He climbed onto the California-king-sized bed and waited for his lovely woman. His nine-and-a-quarter-inch dick got rock hard as he thought about how Armand transitioned to Alia. His bare chest was covered with a bit of stubbly taco-meat looking hair. He had on nothing but a silver chain with a gold key hanging from it.
Alia entered the bedroom. She began shedding her light-pink pajamas. Her perky 34A boobs stood at attention with hard, puffy nipples. She wiggled her body and said, “Look at me, Daddy!”
“You’ve been a bad girl. Daddy needs to spank you,” Doug barked.
“Yes, sir,” Alia replied.
“Bring that sexy li’l body to Big Daddy.”
Alia sashayed over to the bed. The pink chastity device shook as she moved closer to him. Her four-foot-eleven, chocolate was tantalizing. Doug’s dick was jumping.
“Get on over here, you bad girl,” Doug commanded.
Alia climbed on top of Doug’s huge mass of a being.
“Ooh wee,” Doug exclaimed.
“Owwww,” cried Alia.
“Take this dick, pretty baby,” Doug went deeper inside his wife.
“Oh, Big Daddy! Fuck me,” she wailed.
Doug pulled off one of his black socks and stuffed it in Alia’s mouth to muffle her screams. He put her flat on her stomach and pounded her from behind. As he worked his meaty manhood in and out her, she whimpered. He lowered his torso so she lips were next to her ears. He whispered, “Big Daddy loves this tight pussy. You like Big Daddy’s dick.”
“Unnnnh,” she groaned.
Doug hammered away.
The door was barely open and in popped young Marc. “Pop-Pop, I’m hungry.”
“Get outta here, boy. I’ll get you something to eat in a minute. Close the door,” yelled Doug.
“Okay,” the four year-old replied leaving the room.
“Take this dick, baby girl! I love you, Muffin. Oh shit! Big Daddy bout to come!”
Doug nutted hard inside Alia’s wet pussy. He got up and rinsed off then headed out to find his grandk**s and make breakfast. Alia slipped off to sleep.
As Doug cooked the eggs, his phone beeped. It was Kyron Torbert, the house manager at the 1928 Hummingbird Lane home. He was letting Doug know that the dishwasher wasn’t working. Doug replied that he would stop by in a few to look at it. Kyron said there was no need to rush.
Over the Hummingbird Lane location, Kyron was texting back and forth with Damien Potter. Kyron was a cosmetology teacher at HHSCC. He stood five-foot-eight-inches tall and had a cafe au lait complexion.
Damien was a former basketball player at HHSCC and lived in the house Kyron managed during his last year at the school. He was now playing at Illinois Wesleyan University. He was letting Kyron know that he was in the area visiting his grandmother and wanted to stop by for a minute. Kyron told him to come on over.
Fifteen minutes later, Damien pulled up in his onyx green 2004 Chrysler 300M. The six-foot-two, two-hundred-thirty-pound power forward strutted up to the door wearing a pair of BDG Tearaway baggy jeans, a red hoodie, and white Nike Air Max shoes. He rang the doorbell.
Kyron opened up wearing some light blue lace boyshorts. His long hair was pulled back into a messy bun.
“Ooh wee,” remarked Damien.
“You like it,” checked the thirty-one year-old.
“Hell yeah, sexy! Come on and suck on this dick!”
Kyron knelt down and pulled out Damien’s seven-and-a-half-inch member. He wrapped his loving, pink lips around the shaft and slobbered all over it. Damien began pumping his face. Kyron gagged.
Damien said, “Get on do couch! I wanna fuck you right quick.”
He slid his dick inside Kyron juicy butt hole. “Yeah, faggit! This pussy tight as a muthfucka!”
Damien thrust with great force. In the middle of his stroke game, the front door burst open. It was Doug coming to check the dishwasher.
“Don’t mind me,” coach said as he walked past the fucking dudes.
“You like dick, dontchu,” asked Damien.
“Hell yeah! Fuck my boipussy, nigga,” screamed Kyron.
“Oh shit, baby! I’m finna nut!”
Damien howled as he released his load of baby batter on Kyron’s ass. He wiped up with a towel and went into the kitchen to chop it up with Coach Branch.
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