“She reminds me of my mother in that regard.” “In what way?” I felt him shrug slightly as he tightened his grip on me. Even his dick on soft was impressive as it pressed against my bare ass. “She didn’t love my father. She loved the notoriety, the money, the way he took care of her, the way he loved her. And I know that because she never reciprocated the shit. I was a kid, and I saw that. He would buy her flowers, go all out for Mother’s Day, and then he’d have to remind her it was Father’s Day. But soon as she thought he was pulling away, she would shape up for a little bit.”
