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  • “Yeah, I tried to manipulate the situation and he decided that bowing out to his boss and leaving me hang would be alright because he was working,” Guy says it like he’s had these conversations but he was laid up and hasn’t spoken to Carlos. “So you know what happened with Carlos but Guy… what did they do to you,” I ask and he shakes his head a little and chuckles lightly. “Physically nothing, they broke their word and like everything else they expect hollow apologies and unsympathies to matter when I was tired of losing the war,” my son is speaking but leaving out details. “What war,” I have to Voyeur ask. “The one for my self respect, my honor, my sanity… that’s what they took from me all these years. I got back hardcore a family, I got back a father and a new sister but they….,” Guy points off in a direction and just shakes his arm and head,” They took from me what is mine and I wanted it back so badly I didn’t expect them to break the rules.” “So Carlos broke the rules,” I ask and he shakes his head. “Carlos broke his word, he allowed others to intervene and they broke the rules,” Guy is very cold in his tone before leaning his head back and I see his shoulders relax,” After days in bed you’d think I wouldn’t be tired.” “Well get some sleep, no more high school for my boy,” I tell him and he looks at me confused,” I had your credits applied to graduation and aside from the ceremony if you choose to attend you don’t have to set foot in that school again.” My son smiles and we’re joined after a while by the rest of the family. We sit and talk, Guy even calls Neal to let him and Gwen know that he is feeling better. A couple hours later Guy is sleeping and I’m watching him. Before it was just him sitting there eyes open but now it’s rest and I don’t know what miracle this Father Gabriel worked but my son is back. And I need to have a talk soon to Abby about her boyfriend. Father Gabriel: That Friday Evening “Gabriel,” one of my people asks for attention. “Yes,” I answer leaning my head in his massage direction. “We came and we’ve been waiting, where is he,” he asks and I look at him. “Doubting Thomas now? brunette He will come as he said he would,” I hear him doubting in his mind. I can feel him arrive, it’s like a cool breeze on a hot day in the swamp. The car engine stops and I watch as the Devil himself makes his way through my people. They know him, they know what I know but not all amateur believe like I do and they’ve been waiting for a sign. “This is all of them,” the one says, he doesn’t ask. “All are here and waiting,” I answer and he nods. He’s wearing just a simple t shirt and those athletic pants I see people running in with some sneakers but it’s the bag he’s carrying that I feel drawn to, this is getting fun. My people masturbation watch and wait with me as he takes out a single piece of paper and holds it out to me, it’s a list. “Take it, make teams and spread out. Gather your tools, arm yourselves and be ready,” Guy begins but ‘Thomas’ is out of place stepping forward. “But massage it’s not gross that you were watching me?” She was loosening up, becoming less tense as they bantered. “Well, there was a few things I still wanted to hit up today. You know what I mean.” Soon the bra was drenched so he slid it aside masturbation and took nipple and gold ring into his mouth. “But that’s not true!” Chapter Seven I held it and it brunette did have a little padding so it would give me a little more cleavage than usual. My cheeks hollowed as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft. Every step felt hardcore like my amateur feet were encased in concrete. So feel this Voyeur dildo, my babe."