"You can look at my tits but you won't lend me money for lunch?" she asked."I’m... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," he said, caught off guard."Want to ...ee more?" she offered, pulling her shirt down further squeezing her cleavage out the top."Yea, I do!" he replied, grinning ear to ear."I'll show you my tits if you buy me lunch," she offered."I would, but I only have a few bucks, and I'll get in trouble if I come back short," he replied, disappointed."Please, help me out. I would be so grateful.. “Given up on me already?” he asked.“Well I got you to spunk in me so I guess we’re done?” Sinders suggested.“You like punters spunking in you?” he asked.“Oh lord no,” she exclaimed, “Only good looking ones, I don’t want ugly children do I?”“So I am good looking?” he asked, “Would you screw me for free if I was a poor wood cutter?”“I’d marry you if you was a poor woodcutter,” Sinders admitted, “Live in the woods and have nineteen children.”“I would like that, but I have to marry some old ugly. Her husband is very jealous of her, and would kill her if he knew just how many young black studs she had allowed to use her holes during their marriage.I walked up to the door and rang the bell, George opened the door and called me in. He would always give my ass a gentle squeeze as I walked past knowing it would make me jump and turn to slap his hand. George had started doing this around 10 years ago after we got drunk at a party once and ended up kissing and having a drunken grope. George. All A’s except English,” she said, as he was about to walk away.“I still got a B.”“Did you give it your best effort?” she asked.“Yeah,” he said, as turned and walked to his bedroom.Helen slowly closed the book she was reading and set it on the end table. She walked to the bathroom, closed the door, and peed. She then proceeded to take her bra and panties off before pulling up her shorts and pulling down her t-shirt. She then stepped across the hall and into her son’s room.She smiled as she saw.