I started to say something smart but you took my chin and said, "put it in your mouth and shut the fuck up." I pretend pouted and leaned in to kiss yo... hard on the mouth. We had been fucking for about a month, I'd spent almost every night with you since we met. The sex had been phenomenal! You are my pussy like a fiend and lived to make me cum using your mouth and fingers. I returned the favor by introducing you to some new experiences too. Just last week while I was sucking on your nurs and. “No, thank you,” I said to him, playfully.When I opened the door of my basement apartment, I was face-to-angry face with Mary Ellen Bradley, his seventy-year-old wife, in an apron and gardening gloves, hands on her hips, hat casting a shadow over her eyes.“Mrs. Bradley,” I said in a chipper voice that did nothing to appease her.“Where the fuck is that little shit-for-brains, huh? Is he here? Like usual? Don’t you hide him neither, bitch!” She tried to peer into the studio apartment with. “Melly sure seems happy this morning,” said Dad.“Yes, she does seem happy this morning,” said Mom.“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she had sex last night,” said Angela.“Oh, that’s silly; she doesn’t even have a prospect around here,” said Mom.I stared at the girls for a moment, and a shiver ran down my spine. The girls caught my gaze, and all gave me that Cat the ate the canary grin again.“What’s wrong, Jason, you look like you saw a ghost son?” Mom asked.“It’s nothing, mom. You ever have. " How many of your good theories have proven right?" I'm due," she said."How about if you make a theory about you finding a guy to water your own garden?" I can't tell you how long the drought has been," she said. There was little playfulness in her voice.I knew it had been rough for her, being a single mom and trying to still run her horse ranch."Like you said," I patted her hand, "you're due!" I should be going." Danny! Mrs. Walker is leaving," I calledDanny walked in and gave me a look I.