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Henry Riggs, Sr. and Jada Riggs sat in the spacious mansion of their oldest son, Jamaal King. Their youngest son, Henry Riggs, Jr., was there, along with their grandchildren from Jamaal and Rin.

"I tell you young buck, HR is the spitting image of you," Henry said. Jamaal stretched out, flexing his muscles.

"Don't give the boy an inferiority complex, dad," Jamaal said. "Boy don't need to be living up to a future Hall of Famer. Like if you told me I was the next LeBron."

"The difference is he is the next you, buck," Henry said. "He just don't wear a gold medal while he fuckin' his bitch." HR snorted, and Jamaal looks sour for a minute before laughing. It'd been an erroneous post that'd been the news for a minute. There was no nudity, but clear sounds of Jamaal clapping Rin's cheeks while wearing his medal. Only Rin didn't smile, always conscious of her own decorum.

But when the two couples retired that night, Henry could hear the sound of the medal while he fucked Rin.