““Hey!” I yell, but the kid keeps racing through. I shake my head. “Sorry,” Rose begins apologetically, “this is the first time he's been six.” She laughs. Her baby sits on her hip, cooing appreciatively at nothing, as little poop-makers often do. At least, that's been my observation. “Sara's in the kitchen,” I say. Rose nods, her dark honey-blond hair in a topknot exactly like Sara's, but my girl's is a dark chestnut. I like seeing all Sara’s hair spread out like a fan over the ...bed as I pump into her. Noose comes by, clapping me on my shoulder, and I jump. “Fucker,” I growl. “Look on your face says wet dream.” He spreads his arms wide. “Go jerk off, asshole.” Noose grins. “Yeah, you'd like that, right?” I flip him off. “Rose let you talk with that mouth?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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