It was a beautiful night, just walking with the breeze caressing their bodies. Ixora couldn't help but gaze at the sky. "Wow, the night is so beautiful," she sighed. "It reminds me of those nights we used to stargaze with Mama on the roof of our house. Do you remember, Cher?"Cherry swallowed hard, feeling the pain that still came with thoughts of Mama. She nodded and even managed a small smile. "How can I forget? We would sit down and concentrate, trying to count the stars," she smiled at the memory. "And if that didn't work, we'd take turns wishing upon the stars."Ixora's lips curved at the memory, and then she turned to Jerald and Jake. "What was your mother like?" she asked, curious about the woman who raised these amazing men. Cherry nodded too.Jake and Jerald smiled as they walked through a quiet and secluded part. A narrow, long path separated by two pavements came into view, and they all sat down. Ixora and Cherry on one side, facing Jake and Jerald on the opposite pavement,
He glanced at Jake, and his brother just shrugged. Jerald sighed, "We're catching the first flight back to New York City tomorrow morning. Jake and I are going home with Berezira."A heavy silence fell over everything. Ixora looked at Cherry, and Cherry looked back at Ixora. Both lowered their eyes to the ground, trying to conceal the pain that flashed in their eyes simultaneously. Cherry succeeded; Ixora didn't."Well, it's not like it's a surprise or anything. I've been expecting it for a few days," Cherry shrugged, trying to keep her voice light and reluctant.It was true; she had anticipated this. She always knew they were living on borrowed time. But, it still hurt to hear that Jake would be leaving her. Days of preparing herself for the news didn't make the pain any easier."I should have known today was odd. All the fun, the laughter... God, I should have known it had a bombshell like this attached to it," Ixora said in a low tone as the news hit her repeatedly.Jerald is leavi
tunning Bella twins. They were identical in every way, and their choice of attire was absolutely captivating. "Holy motherfucking Christ!" Jerald exclaimed, his eyes wide with awe.Jerald knew his woman well, and he could see her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson as she emerged from the room. He had never witnessed a more breathtaking sight in his entire life. Despite her shyness, she exuded an irresistible allure in that sexy outfit, and his attraction to her intensified with every passing moment. "Damn, she looks incredibly good," Jerald thought to himself, feeling his previously half-erect member now painfully stiffen.Jake, too, couldn't tear his gaze away from Cherry as she confidently strode towards the podium, her hips swaying seductively. She was a woman unafraid of her own sensuality, fully aware of its power, and she reveled in it. Jake couldn't have asked for a better partner; she was a perfect match for him in every way. His eyes openly admired her, even as his arouse
Her body shivered against him. It felt as if she was no longer in control of her own actions, but a prisoner of the intense and sinfully wonderful sensations he was provoking in her. Pressing her back against the wall of the dressing room, Jerald ran his hand through her hair and brought her mouth up to meet his. His groin rubbed roughly against hers, causing her to moan against his mouth again, but this time she didn't even try to fight it. His hands hadn't gone anywhere near her breasts or womanhood yet and she was already desperately close to coming in her skimpy clothes, just from her need and anticipation of being with him. As if sensing her distress, Jerald grabbed her thigh and wrapped her leg around his waist as he rubbed his groin roughly against hers. The ridge of his dick taunted and teased her sensitive areas through the layers of clothing. "Jerald..." she moaned against him, biting her lips most of the time to stifle her moans at the intense pleasure she
She moaned loudly as she tried to close her leg. His tongue was a flaming lash of pleasure, working its way slowly through the narrow slit as his fingers parted the plump lips."So sweet," He moaned.His tongue licked through each fold, tickled around her clit, slid down, lined the opening to her vagina, and then started again. It made her strain against him even as she pulled back, torn between the sensations that coursed through her.Then his lips clamped around her clit and he sucked, hard."Oh my God...!" She cried out as such shocking pleasure coursed through her. Darkness obscured her vision. Gasping, struggling to breathe, Ixora felt her hands clasping his hair, her nails digging into his scalp as she fought to push him away and hold him in place at the same time.His tongue was wicked, domineering. It sought, demanded and drew from her a pleasure beyond anything she had ever heard of, let alone known. It sent lightning through her system.Tidal waves of sensation crashed throu
A tantalizing aroma stirred Williams from his slumber, rousing him from sleep. As he opened his eyes and surveyed the room, he noticed his wife's absence from the bed. Instantly, his throat felt parched, the captivating fragrance permeating the air. He rose from the bed and followed the scent, which led him to the spacious kitchen. There stood his beloved wife, Camila, engrossed in the act of chopping vegetables and humming a cheerful tune. It was a rare sight to see her in such high spirits these days, and witnessing her happiness brought a surge of joy to Williams.He approached her from behind, enveloping her in a warm embrace, and planted a tender kiss on her neck. "It's wonderful to see you up early this morning, radiating happiness. What's the occasion?" he inquired with genuine curiosity.Camila beamed and leaned back against her affectionate husband. "Our son is returning today from Florida. Oh, I'm overjoyed, Williams. I've missed him terribly, and he mentioned that there's s
Camila, in her early fifties, was aware that many women her age experienced deteriorating eyesight, often resulting in the need for glasses or contact lenses.However, she had never required visual aids before because her eyesight had always been excellent. Or at least, it used to be. Now, she couldn't be so certain.The figure emerging from the car bore a striking resemblance to her deceased son, Jerald. Camila's mouth dropped open as she stared wide-eyed. "Oh my God..." she exclaimed, turning to her son, Jake, and gripping his arms. "I hate to admit it, but I think I finally need glasses...""No, mother, you don't need glasses. It's really Jay..." Jake reassured her gently.Camila vigorously shook her head. "No... It can't be... Jerald, my son, is dead. Why are you playing this cruel game with me? Giving me false hope... It's not good for me, Jakey."Tears welled up in her wide eyes as she beheld a sight she thought she would never see again until her own passing.Jerald observed hi
"Camy?" William called softly, his eyes fixed on the figure that closely resembled his deceased son.Camila understood the shock that coursed through her husband's body. It had been ten minutes since she laid eyes on her son, and it still felt like a dream. But she knew with certainty that it wasn't a dream. Their son Jerald was alive and back home.She walked over to her husband and placed her hand on his shoulder. "He's real, Will. Our son is alive, and he's back home," Camila whispered, her voice filled with intense emotions.That reassurance was all William needed, and he pulled his son into a hug. It wasn't a bear hug, but a genuine embrace between two men who had thought they would never see each other again.The papers were scattered on the ground, but William couldn't care less about them. He stepped aside, allowing one of his security guards to gather the papers."Jerald...! It's really you, my boy!" William exclaimed. Unbelievably, tears welled up in his eyes. His son was al