Eight months ago, Sophie’s husband, Harold, died in a traffic accident. As a friend and co-worker, I tried to be around in an attempt to show all of them my unfailing love and support. In time, things between Sophie and myself went from just being friends to something more intimate. To Sophie’s son, Hank, this was unacceptable! When I moved in to live with his mother a couple of weeks back, he left without saying another word. With his uncle gone and his 21-year-old cousin out of the picture, no one was left to provide little Jimmy with the cock lashing he was accustomed to. Here is where I stepped in! And Jimmy was more than thrill to have a big black cock all of his own! So, there we were: Sophie, seven-year-old Jimmy, and I… A perfect little family of our own… made up of some odd and peculiar individuals. But a family, nonetheless.
