As I leaned in to clean the remnants of her previous night's sex from her pussy, I realized she smelled like she had been fucked too. All this was get...ing the better of me. My frustration level was building. Rich pussy taunting me and now my dick was hard as blue steel. As I cleaned her up, my brain began suffering from lack of blood. My other head began to think and started taking over my speech. "Maybe I could help you this afternoon" I said. "We could work out an arrangement. I can take care. She aint happy with just one. Nigga, nigga, nigga cock crave white slut. This made me mad and I flipped them the bird, but I knew what they chanted, was true. This time on the bus, I didnt cry but smirked at what the little shits had chanted. This went on for the next few weeks. I was no longer offended by their chants. In fact I started to giggle now when they chanted. They could sense it wasnt offending me anymore, so they tried a new tactic. A few of the elder boys, started standing up and. “Yeah, you’re a model of diet and physical fitness, Uncle Red,” Trevor teased his uncle.“If I didn’t know that you were taking the piss at me, whippersnapper..., “ Red mockingly threatened him.“At this point in life, it’s probably too late for you, anyway,” Margie teased him now.“Is that a challenge?” Red’s eyes widened as he gave her a very John Goodman stare.“Maybe..., “ she winked at him flirtatiously.‘Anyway, it’s a real tragedy ... a horror,” Ty brought their thoughts back to his ex-wife,. Jeff stood still, eyeballing my confused expression and coming to his own conclusions. Unlike Chase, Jeff was monogamous when we’d been together. Our relationship was based on a general interest in some BBC television shows and sloppy drunk sex. I don’t advise mixing the two. We’d broken up, as I mentioned earlier, because he thought he was better than me and I thought he was an asshole. To avoid further contact, I brushed past him and moseyed around the art room. Trying to find something that.