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she whispered her name, but it almost came like a moan. The lights in his room were dimmed, but she could still clearly see his large frame and his defined body. He's got a much larger physique than his nephew. All along, Catherine believed that it was one of the factors that contributed to her fear of reaching out to him. But now, on what's currently happening, it felt like she couldn't afford to be scared of him anymore. Her throat ran dry as she watched him pull down his pants, down to his last entry; his boxers. Her eyes widened especially when she saw its now standing proud member. She could already feel it being hard earlier. But she never imagined that it would be that big... and long

The behaviour of acting manly and spewing cringey lines to impress busty ladies was not the previous sitter’s fault. “I apologise,” Richard swallowed. “That’s the influence of one of their older cousins and a frequent family friend. I had a college dropout for a caretaker for a while, and he lasted the longest with those boys, but there wasn’t any real education going on. They ate more cereal bars and toast than proper food.”

I drifted through the doorway and saw the overturned box on the floor and my heart rolling across the floor. Dad was shaking with rage as he grabbed his phone and sent a voice message. "Edith, are you insane? It's Helen's birthday. Not only did you refuse to come home to celebrate it, but you even sent something so disgusting to scare her. I should have killed you when you were born. You're such a monster!" I lowered my head and floated over my heart. Crouching above it, I touched it lightly. My translucent fingers passed right through the dark, bloodied flesh. There was no warmth. It had been too long since it had been taken out of my body, so even if I were able to feel something, my heart

He only stared, his lips trembling as he failed to force out a single word. Uncle Ray reached down to pull him back. The sound finally broke out of him. A raw, guttural wail cut through the falling snow and echoed across the empty neighborhood. It was the kind of sound that made something inside anyone who heard it turn cold. "Kellen! My Kellen!" He pressed himself against the ice, reaching toward me but not daring to touch, calling out again and again. "Come back! Dad was wrong! Dad will never say it again! Please come back!"

"I'm not suffering, Dad. As long as you're okay, everything I did was worth it." At that moment, all the hatred and scheming vanished into thin air. I was no longer someone obsessed with revenge; I was just a child terrified of losing his dad. As long as Dad was still here, everything I had done had been worth it. … Dad's condition improved day by day. With the support of the donations, we got the best anti-rejection medication and hired the most experienced caregiver. Color gradually returned to Dad's face, and he was even able to get out of bed and take a few steps with my help.

The silent show of solidarity helped and hurt at the same time. Dad didn’t waste time. “Your mother is a wreck. The entire family is fielding calls. I’ve seen the pictures. The stories. Tell me this isn’t what it looks like, that you’re not some rich man’s plaything who threw away a decent career for… whatever this is.” Heat flooded my face. “It’s not like that. Aiden and I are together. Seriously.” “Seriously?” Dad leaned forward. “You’ve lost weight. You barely contact us. Your work has dried up. Articles are saying he controls your schedule, your movements. That you’ve got some… arrangement. Breeding fetish nonsense. Is that true?”

Cameron stood frozen in place, and his parents were seemingly unable to believe what they had just heard. "My son, how did you get HIV? Could it be that the hospital made a mistake?" Betty asked in disbelief. While shaking his head weakly, Cameron replied, "I've gotten tested many times. It's always the same…" Betty and Ronald, who had initially been holding his hands, unconsciously let go and even frantically wiped their hands on their sleeves. Cameron never imagined that even his own parents would reject him.

I ask him, while he's under the spell of the transmitter's signal. "We were business partners." Dad answers, in a flat, monotone voice. "I was the financial backer for his latest invention, the Neuro Submission Transmitter." I almost fall off my chair when I hear dad say this. The muffled moans from the couch are getting louder and more urgent. I turn my head and see Danae's ass humping arduously against Janet's mouth, while Janet is bucking her ass off the couch against Danae's face. I have trouble pulling my eyes away from Danae's sleek golden body, especially her smooth, round ass cheeks.

Waiting out in the lounge at my father’s law firm, I struggle to sit still. I’m so nervous about how my dad is going to react about the video. I know Jace and I are both adults, but come on, what parent wants to hear a guy call their daughter a whore, and other dirty things as he is about to have sex with her? Yep, this isn’t going to be pretty at all.