The younger me bursts through the front door of the tiny apartment shouting an over-joyed greeting to…the paperboy. The child me is crestfallen, and...I feel that inside all over again and seeing this scene replayed made me remember why things like this stuck with you through life. Seven years after this, and I’ve moved up north to a new suburban place and school leaving everything I ever knew behind me. I’m walking through my front door after a strange unremarkable first day. I remember thinking. As i drove toward the bridge i saw a cocktail sign, u know a cocktail glass. so i made my way to that street and pulled up in front of "the black rose". i went in and sat at the bar and ordered shot of jack and a bud. ik looked around and thought i died and went to heaven. all i saw was tits and leg and pretty women. i was enjoying the view and cocktails when i noticed this gal walk in. she was gorgeous, big tits great legs and as she sat down she motioned for me to join her. i did and. It was big and hard and I loved the look of it. It is bigger than Stan's. I really wanted to find out what it would feel like in my pussy. He let me play with it and stroke it but he came quickly all over my carpet. I loved watching him shoot off. He was all limp then but he said he would be back later. Mom, he said he wanted to fuck me... and Karen... and you too." Wow Jenny, I guess your little brother is as horny as we are." Yeah, Mom... would you let Steven fuck you if he tried, if you let. She then sat back down, with her weight bearing down, her thick buttocks pressed firmly against my own,as well as on my lower back and thighs.That was painful enough as it was, but she then lifted my arms back, lifting my upper body backwards too,bending me at an awkward angle."Arrggghhh!!"I groaned aloud in pain."Look at these silly varmints cheering for y'all, look at your fans!"Bertha sneered disdainfully.I could barely hold my eyes open to see the sea of faces in the crowd, watching.