Meanwhile, Margaret still had her eyes staring at her nephew, but her mind was somewhere else. She found it hard to believe that she did the complete absolute opposite of what her sister asked her to do for her son, instead of guiding and protecting him, she, however, had him to pound the hell out of her cunt.
Margaret continued to wonder what she was going to do now that things had gotten to this stage, and what greatly disturbed her was how her..... "Margaret!" Margaret's thoughts were disrupted when Devon trailed his finger on her face.
Like a cat who had its tails, stepped on, Margaret reacted to her nephew's call. And seeing the expression which he had on his face, Margaret couldn't help but feel perplexed on how to take matters on from here.
