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bottle shape. Not only does she have ass, hips and thighs for days, but all of it’s toned. I’m sure you know what I mean, because I’ve seen quite a few women who had nice bodies, but their shit isn’t firm so it kind of looked sloppy. Take Shanair for instance—don’t get me wrong because I love my girl and she has a nice ass shape—but it’s just that over the years she’s let that shape go. She went from having a tight body, to putting on about twenty-five to thirty extra pounds.
    It’s all because she doesn’t do anything other than work, and sit in the house with Kendrick. She never goes out, and she only has one friend. Since that friend is overweight her damn self, they don’t make it their business to hit the gym at all. I’ve asked Shanair quite a few times to go workout with me, but she always declines and gets an attitude because she thinks that I’m telling her she’s fat. That’s not the case at all. It’s because she’s always complaining about wanting to lose weight, so I just try to help to motivate her. None of that works because Shanair has a low self-esteem, and it doesn’t matter how much I tell her that she’s beautiful, it doesn’t seem to register with her. To be honest, that’s part of the reason why I stray as much as I do, because I like being with women who knows that they look good, and that’s not Shanair at all. I swear she’d rather eat her troubles away. Whenever she gets emotional, that’s exactly what she does. Maybe if she didn’t let so much shit get to her, she would be cool.  
    “Do you like what you see?” Brittany asks, breaking my train of thought.
    “Hell yeah,” I admit licking my lips.
    Other than the pair of extremely short pajama shorts, she’s sporting a cut-off wife beater that shows the bottom of her perky C-cup breasts. Her hair has been freshly washed, and it hangs down past her shoulders in its natural curly state. Nothing but gloss is on her lips, and her face is bare. Although Brittany wears makeup from time to time, she doesn’t need it because she’s naturally beautiful without it. Slowly my eyes travel from her face and down the rest of her body, before they land on her hard nipples that are peeking at me through the thin fabric of her shirt. At that moment I want nothing more than to put them in my mouth. When Brittany straddles me moments later, I lift her shirt and do just that. She tosses her head back and moans, before she reaches for my belt buckle. I smile inwardly, because I know I’m about to tear this pussy up.
     
     

 
    Chapter 4
    Shanair
    “Hey baby,” I say when I walk into Kendrick’s room.
    “Hey mommy,” he replies, trying to sit up.
    “You don’t have to get up, I’m coming over.” After taking a few steps toward him, I kneel down beside his bed with my face only inches away from his. “Can I get you anything?”
    “No.”
    “Are you sure?” I ask rubbing my eye. I still don’t know what’s inside it, but I’m going to find out as soon as I finish up with my son.
    “Yes,” Kendrick tells me and drops his head, before slowly bringing it back up. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He pauses, “I heard you screaming and it sounded like you and Terry were fighting.” If I didn’t already feel like shit, I do now. Since I’m at a loss for words I look up at the ceiling and exhale, not knowing exactly what to say in response. “Y’all weren’t fighting were you mommy?” he asks when I don’t reply right away. “Mommy—”
    “No,” I lie, “We were playing.”
    “Playing?” The look he gives me lets me know that he isn’t buying my fib.
    I laugh nervously, “Yeah, playing Kendrick. Don’t you play?”
    “Yeah, I guess,” he shrugs.
    “Well that’s what we were doing. I apologize if we got loud and woke you up. We’ll try to keep it down next time.”
    “Okay.”
    I lean over and kiss him on the forehead.
    “Now go back to bed,” I tell him. “I’ll be sitting