Whoever he was, he'd had bad experiences with grown men."I wish, but..."Kevin brought two snow cones and gave them to the boy."Have fun. Be back at ou... condo no later than 6 p.m. tonight and keep that phone where I can reach you at all times. Understand? About the girl ... she's cute but she's an older woman. So ... be careful."The boy made a face and ran off with the cute, freckle-faced blonde who had altogether too many curves for a 14-year-old."Not yours? Seems pretty much father and son to. Maybe I have children at home to feed. Putting myself through school. Do you picture me scrubbing my crotch in the shower afterward while sobbing, "What have I done?" Well, you are wrong on all accounts. I choose to be a whore because I fucking like it.The excitement of not knowing who I will fuck on any given night excites me. Will it be a man or a woman? Will he/she have a fetish? If a man, is he a kinky fucker, wanting me to wear a strap-on and peg his ass? How big is his dick? What will it. .There just never seemed to be enough time for her.Somewhere along the line she'd also lost her own name ... at first being referred to as one or another boy's "mom," now everyone in the small community knew her as "Mrs. P."Today was no exception to the frantic rule. After working late the night before, she had gotten up early to finish the laundry, gas up the car and do some shopping before taking the two eldest boys to basketball camp.More shopping after dropping them off meant no time to. Slipping from beneath the blankets, she stood up next to the mattress and went beneath her skirt. Pulling her panties off, she stuffed them beneath the mattress and slipped back into bed beside me. Leaning over me, she kissed me and then slid across my body."Don't move ... let me do the work," Trish whispered against my ear, as she worked my hard cock up in between her thighs and between the lips of her cunt. Glancing over my shoulder at Mother and Gale, Trish slid her body downwards and forced.