"Fuck! I'm next, I want to cum in that fat white pussy too!" another voice hollered."Fuck you guys, we had an arrangement!" the white guy yelled as he...pointed at me.I pulled out and watched as the cum streamed out of her fat pussy. Big dollops of cum dripped down as everything went black....The nipple in my mouth was thick and fat, like a thumb. The huge breasts in my face threatened to smother me as I suckled the fat swollen nipple."Oh yes... oh yes," she moaned.I could feel her weight on me. Michelle wanted to know everything and anything that came to her mind. I know that after I’ve been apart from my mom, when we get together, I’m the same way. Talk just floods forth until I get worn out spilling the beans and hearing hers.That’s the way it went and I loved every second of it. Soon, Michelle was talking about the Tree House. Was it still up? What did it smell like? Had we been up there?It was as if she had talked with Lindie about it all of her life. It was just like the Tree. Are you in her bed?” and I said “Yes, but that's...” and she said “Are you naked?” and I realized I was but only because I didn't have any clothes there and Lucy had given me a t-shirt to sleep in but I didn't have it on and I couldn't really remember when or why I had taken it off but sometimes you just do stuff like that in your sleep I guess and I said “Yes, but...” and she said “Is she sleeping?” and I said “I think so” and then I said “Lucy?” but she didn't answer and I could hear her. My mother had been working with me since I was about one. She was a fabulous teacher. When we arrived in Boston, a check was forwarded to my mother from the Confederacy awarding my mother $300,000 as compensation for extracting my father. This allowed my mother to quit her new job and stay at home with her five children during the day. During the next few years my mother completed her degrees in the evenings at MIT. She felt, at least for a while, that her extraction was just a matter of.