As I was about to head out the door Mrs. Fattorusso added, “Oh and please tell them not to rent it to anyone else, it’s very important that they don’t. Don’t worry they’ll understand. Thanks honey!” I left the classroom surprised. I wondered why Mrs. Fattorusso didn’t want anyone to read this book. Before returning it I decided to flip through it to investigate. It was a small book with a red leather cover and old yellow pages. It was titled, “Family Curses” and was written by an anonymous author. I found it strange that Mrs. Fattorusso would read a book about curses as she loved nonfiction not fantasy. After looking through the pages I found nothing out of the ordinary that would force Mrs. Fattorusso to demand that the book be banned. That was, however, until I went back to the beginning and found the table of contents. The entire book was about families in the United States that were rumored to have curses placed upon them. These curses were passed down by blood as well as by marriage or name. The table of contents consisted of a long list of different last names. One of the names was Fattorusso. I laughed and interracial thought how silly it was that Mrs. Fattorusso would ban a dumb fantasy book about made up curses just because it contained one about her last name. It took me a while to decide whether I should read the Fattorusso chapter or not. I was afraid it would be a waste of time. I’m so glad that I decided to read it as it was incredible. According to the book, the Fattorusso’s have a curse placed upon their family where anyone they love can make them fat. This was because a Fattorusso apparently stole from a wealthy family in order to immigrate to the U.S. around the days of Ellis Island. The family was then cursed by the victims indian as punishment for their greed and all future offspring and family members would receive this curse as they all must pay for the sins of the past which allowed them to live comfortably in the U.S. The curse was also based upon the obvious presence of the word fat in Fattorusso. It made me laugh, yet, it was so intriguing. The book claimed that the curse made any Fattorusso gain weight whenever touched by a loved one who says the word fat. The example stated if one were to simply poke the midsection of a Fattorusso and utter the word “fat” that Fattorusso would instantly gain weight in their midriff or any area touched while the word was spoken. I smiled. Although I found the book ridiculous I did think it was hot that someone could control the size of another person like that. I quickly got dressed and ran out after her, but by the time I made it outside she got interracial in a car and took off. I had no idea where we were going to walk to, I just went along with whatever plan Jack and Joe had in mind. Your breathing intensified as I stroked you faster and faster, deeper and deeper. “Shut up, Samantha!” Teal groaned. “Uh-huh,” I hummed back, eagerly nodding my head up and down in agreement. pistoned in and out of me. She rolled her shoulders and chewed her lip, staring at his pale body, the rolling writhes of his hips, the soft muffled thighs of his voice. You know? He said Traci stay. “You didn’t know. I gripped her hair tight and squeezed her ass as she breathed deep into my mouth as I kissed her. Anger flared in me. “Go shave off your beard right now!” She said as she pulled him out the door and to her car. But I have a very important matter to attend to right now.” She gasped and covered her breasts with both hands, looking at him in shock. Mel picked up the house phone, punched in a couple of numbers and summoned Hector to the downstairs living room. "Like the Law of Gravity," she relaxed her fingers. "Look at me, sissy," I commanded. “So, are you two hungry?” she asked us. "Is it the custom here that the male come to the bed with clothes on?" “ Mrs Brown, you live here. Then while we were still making eye contact she lowered her head down to my lap indian again and started to gently rub against me. The feeling drove me crazy. Her head hurt again and it forced her eyes closed. I rubbed my finger all around her rosebud, then as my cock was resting against her hymen, I pushed my finger in her ass. I ignored their lesbian fun as I tapped my daughter's dot on the wireframe view of the room and... “Not sure,” he responded, “I was hoping they would come out after we got in the pool but I don’t see any sign of them except at the kitchen window. I politely accept their offers of a drink, but never anything more. Anastasia always felt left out of these conversations as she had no experiences of her own to share. I noticed the pooch in her stomach.