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Lucky was already 20 when we first met.
I've been dating his father for a couple of months and had never been with anyone
that had kids from a previous marriage.
i wasn't sure how to fully handle the situation maybe time was the only answer
two years fly by and now
i'm a married woman our relationship had blossomed over that time frame
and i finally felt ready to be with only one person for the rest of my life
At least that was the plan.
Lucky wasn't around too often.
Usually only on holidays and family functions.
But every time we saw one another, it was like he was shooting daggers into my
soul.
who later confessed to me that he was jealous of his father, that I was much
too young for him.
There was some truth to his statement.
Before I met his death,
Lucky would have been my type, someone I would have pursued.
I still remember the way I felt. when my stepson told me he wanted to run away
with me.
And, honestly, I almost considered it.
I'm aware that it would have been short-term thinking.
So I stayed.
However, I didn't want to let go of my options.
So, I made a move on Lucky.
Just because I didn't want to be with him doesn't mean I don't want to
experience him.
So one bad decision led me to another.
Ha ha ha.
Oh my God, that feels so fucking good.
Oh my God.
All the way down. Oh, my God.
Oh,
my
God.
That feels so fucking good.
um um
I can't wait any longer.
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Yes, yes, yes, yes!
Oh God.
Oh God.
My pussy off your cock. Yeah?
Fuck, that's so gross.
One more.
Fuck! Yes!
uh huh
Fucking do
Oh, my God, you feel so fucking good. Come here.
Wrap those arms and legs up.
Oh, yes.
Yes. Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
Yes.
Yes.
Fuck, you feel so good.
Yes.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yes, yes, yes.
Fuck. Oh, yeah, we fucking need it. Oh, my God, I'm so fucking close. Oh, yeah,
I want to go on your fucking show.
Yeah. I'm going to put them all over their pretty face hands. Yes, give it to
me. Yeah. Fuck yeah.
Oh, come here.
Come here.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Fuck yeah.
Yes. Yes.
Mm, fuck.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
oh my god, there's gonna be a lot
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