Haziran 19, 2020

Moguls – Alia’s Surprise

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Moguls – Alia’s SurpriseAlia Branch turned on the TV in the family on the first-floor of her house she shared with her husband, Doug. Doug’s mother and two of his grandc***dren resided. The 39 year-old wife changed the input to so that the k**s could watch a Disney movie on Netflix. After getting the youngsters settled, she headed into the home office to make some calls. Doug was busy mowing the lawn at the moment.The first call, she made was to Carl’s Catering. The phone was answered by none other than the owner himself. Rochelle confirmed that they were set for next weekend. The menu was quite simple: chicken tenders, potato wedges, fettuccine pasta, meat sauce, alfredo primavera sauce, garden salad, and assorted desserts. They were also making a frosted lemon pound cake. She was happy to ensure that piece was wrapped up. She then dialed up, the media production company putting together the commemorative video. They promised she would have a copy to review by Tuesday. This also pleased her. She headed out to the kitchen where her mother-in-law, Mama Bee, was frying up some salmon patties. “Smells good,” commented Alia.“Thank you, chile,” replied the aging woman with smooth chocolate skin and long silver hair.“Everything’s in place for next weekend. Do you think he has any idea.”“Well, I ain’t said nothin’.”“I know, Mama Bee. I just really want it to be a surprise.”“It’s real sweet what you’re doing. You know I like you way better than all of his baby momma’s,” chuckled Glenda Branch.Just then the back door opened. The six-foot-six, dark brown, two-hundred-eighty-three-pound former professional ball player and high school basketball coach, walked inside wearing a 3XL tattered white T-shirt and cargo shorts. He had discarded his old black New Balance sneakers and sweaty socks on the patio before entering the house. “Hey baby! Hey mama,” he said. “I’m going to wash up real quick. Baby girl, will you fix me some ice cream?”“Of course, dear,” Alia answered her man.Doug disappeared upstairs and went into the master bathroom to shower and change. He shed his clothes and stepped in the closed off toilet room and took a brief constitutional. Then, he washed off and dried himself with a plush towel. He chose an NJCAA T-shirt and green track pants. When he arrived downstairs, he discovered a bowl of mint chocolate chip waiting for him along with a cup of water.“I was thinking,” Alia started. “We should go over some financial stuff today.”“Sounds good,” agreed Doug reminding himself that had not done a thorough review in nearly six weeks.“Awesome! Let’s do it after we put Marc and Kylah to bed tonight.”“Work for me.”Alia was obsessed with their finances. She had grown up in a loving working class home on the southside of Chicago. Her mom was a bahis şirketleri school cafeteria worker making a little more than $25K per year. Her father was employed as a flooring installing pulling a salary in the low 40s most years, adjusted for inflation. Alia was Armand back then – the oldest of the three c***dren of Leon and Emma Harrell. They had all of their needs met, but there were plenty of occasions were the answering machine was filled with messages from bill collectors. It had worried the precocious effeminate boy.Her parents were smart and hard workers. Alia’s family never experienced some issues that many of their neighbors and extended family. There were instances of power being disconnected and vehicles being repossessed. Several times, they had to make room in their refrigerator for a relative or friend who needed keep their food from spoiling. She had a wonderful c***dhood, but vowed she would never be poor.Her whole life had been a testament to that. The first house she bought was a duplex and she rented out the other half to cover her mortgage. She saved ferociously and worked a couple of part-time gigs. During Christmas time, she would be a sales rep at a department store. And all year-long, she would pick up babysitting jobs.The family ate dinner at the table in the nook. The little k**s devoured chicken nuggets and macaroni & cheese. The adults noshed on the salmon croquettes, fresh sliced tomatoes, and steamed green beans. After meal, Doug started cleaning up. Alia took the tots upstairs to the bedroom they shared and helped them get ready for bed. She put an animated movie on the screen and tucked them in. “Good night, Bee Bee! I love you,” shared three year-old Marc. Kylah, aged two, concurred, “Love you Bee Bee! Night night!”“I love you both to the moon and back. I’ll be back up to make sure you’re asleep later,” remarked the deliriously happy lady.By the time Alia made it back downstairs, Mama Bee had retired to the in-law suite where she spent the majority of her time studying the Bible, reading romance novels, and watching television. She helped Doug finish. Then they sat at the table.She opened their shared HP laptop and navigated to the website of their bank. She also accessed some spreadsheets. Firstly, the looked at their joint accounts – checking and savings. There was a total of eleven grand in them. There three, 90-day, automatically renewed certificates of deposit contained a tad more than six thousand each. The money market account was sitting with a balance of $29,761.34. Their business account for Branch & Branch Properties, LLC was definitely fluid. It boasted a positive cash flow over the past quarter with around fifteen grand in cash reserves.They were not wealthy by any standards, illegal bahis but they were certainly more comfortable financially than most of their countrymen. The also did a quick check of Mama’s Bee’s accounts. The retired bank teller was drawing around just north of $1500 a month from social security and had saved only a nominal amount for retirement. In her day-to-day accounts, she had roughly three grand between savings and checking. The old woman was often giving help to one of her daughters or a niece or nephew. This was a point were Doug and Alia did not agree. Alia did not want to charge his mother rent, but detested her doling out cash relations with bad money management skills or little work ethic or both. Doug did not want to broach the subject at all with his mom. Alia sighed. Doug closed the laptop and grabbed her hand. “I love you, baby girl,” he smiled.“I love you too, Big Daddy,” replied the much shorter, chocolate woman with naturally green eyes.“Ready to go upstairs.”They headed up to the master bedroom. Alia undressed and stood there stark naked. Her ample, round ass, shapely hips, 34C tits looked amazing thought her hubby. He also loved the fact that she still had on the pink chastity device. “You gone let me get my pussy,” he asked.“You know it,” grinned the tart.“Come over here and pull it out then, baby girl,” Doug requested with force.Alia crawled to him and took out his already stiff nine-and-a-quarter-inch rod. She kissed the head and licked the shaft. Then she slid her mouth down the length of Doug’s wide dick. She slobbered ferociously as she gave him amazing head.“Oh, shit, baby girl! Slow down,” Doug said. “I’m not ready to nut yet.”Alia did not stop.Doug extracted his member from her orifice. He motioned for her to get on the bed. Alia got on her knees.Doug moved behind her. He grabbed her boobs with both hands and began eating her ass. Once it was good and wet, he stood and pushed his cock inside of her.Alia winced, “Ooh, Daddy!”“That’s it, baby girl! Take Daddy’s dick,” demanded Doug as he picked up the speed and depth of his strokes.After several minutes of copulation, the soon to be sixty-one year-old man announced, “I’m cumming!”Alia smiled as she was filled with his baby batter.They cuddled until they fell asleep.The next Saturday arrived. Alia had informed Doug that she was taking the the k**s to an event at church. She needed him to drive Mama Bee to a senior citizens expo at the community college where he worked. Doug agreed to have her there at noon.When Doug pulled the gold 2011 Chevy Tahoe LTZ into the parking lot of the Carol Moseley Braun Auditorium of Henry Homer State Community College, he saw dozens of cars. He walked his mother inside the building. Much to his surprise, illegal bahis siteleri it was actually a birthday party for him. There was a huge banner reading: ‘HAPPY 61ST BIRTHDAY, COACH DR. BRANCH’.“Wow,” remarked the director student-athlete academic advising at HHSCC as he made his way through the room. His oldest, Luca, who was raised in Italy, but now living in New Jersey was there with his wife, Tenika and their two c***dren. His youngest c***d, Carina was also in attendance. There were a smattering of current and former colleagues, some past players he had coached, and a few church members joining for the celebration.Once, he had properly greeted his guests, Alia stood and walked to the podium. She said, “Douglas Marc Branch, you are the man of my dreams, You’re an incredible mentor, father, granddad, and son. All of these people are here to celebrate the impact you’ve had on their lives. Happy birthday to the best husband a woman could have! Now, let’s all eat and then once we have our plates we’ll look at a video with reflections.”The guests were seated and eating now. The large screens began to play the multimedia presentation. It was a collage of snippets from people Doug had interacted with over the course of his life. Alia’s secret facebook group informed many of his contacts about her plans to create a set of memories. People were asked to submit 15 to 30 second videos wishing her man good tidings.Some of the more memorable portions included one from his grandc***dren in a group saying, “We love you, Pop-Pop!” Luca made a touching statement about how his father never let the Atlantic keep them from interacting while he was growing up. His daughter and son-in-law in the Democratic Republic of the Congo gave a loving comment about how he was currently raising their c***dren. Carina was sweet with her adulations of her father.There were also remarks from former players. One in particular, said, “Coach B! You were an amazing father figure to me in high school. You helped me keep my head on straight and go play at Ju-Co. You followed me all the way through my time at Roosevelt U and beyond. You inspired me to become a teacher and coach. My wife says I’m a good man. I tell her it’s thanks to Coach B! Happy birthday, man!”At the end, the birthday boy gave a speech. He began, “Wow! You guys really pulled a fast one on me. I had no idea this was going on. I was kinda wondering why Alia was being all sneaky the last couple of weeks.” The audience laughed. “At any rate, I’m overcome with joy and happiness right now. You all have no idea how much this means to me. It makes all the years of coaching, teaching, and mentoring worth it. Thanks again! To my c***dren and grandc***dren, I love you. I love you, mama! And to my sweet, darling wife, Alia, I love you!”Afterwards, the entire Branch clan headed back to Alia and Doug’s house. They laughed and played cards. The k**s were outside on the jungle gym.Later that evening, when everyone had gone to bed, Doug and Alia made love quietly.

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