A brother s Debt Sunday
I woke Sunday morning with April again in my arms, her warm soft flesh pressed against mine, the soft globes of her ass cheeks seemingly wrapped around my hard on and it made me kind of sad knowing that this would be the last time. Later this afternoon her asshole brother would come to take her home. Yeah, her being here was simply a business deal, but I'd grown to care for the young girl sleeping soundly in my arms. "Stupid fool", I told myself, "she's only here to keep you from shooting her...